Sand, Bricks and Binkies

I'm convinced that if we can't be civil, we must separate. The differences are becoming too great. The privileged and the entitled feeding on the exceptions to the rule. Plucking out the worst of our races the rotten grapes of our society. displayed in a crystal clear bowl for all the world to see. Dirty black and dirty white laundry hanging upon a thin blue line. Pin headed agitators preparing the bon fire beneath. It's time to separate-go our own ways, rather than sling boulders push each other into pits and grates. We need a two-state solution and quick. but first we have to build a wall between us. The building of bridges experiment has burned down. But if and when things settle down {when we grow up a little} we could open a door in the wall have a supervised play date, With pictures of Gandhi-Martin Luther king rimming the sandbox-to set the mood straight... With God and the {international} guard at the ready just in case we start slinging sand, bricks and binkies...again.