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 bonfire.
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 quickly.
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.
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