The Art of Debate
For most of my life
I’ve walked around blind
Never watching the news
Kept an open mind
One day I was informed
“You sound like a liberal”
I felt rather scorned
The subject was literal
I took a step back
And replied, “okay”
I love the blacks
And respect the gays
Perhaps the left wing
Has a vacant seat
But what shall I bring
I refuse kissing feet
So very unworthy
To judge another
When my hands are dirty
Dear sister, brother
But I’ve come to see
Accusations weren’t true
You don’t know me
As I don’t know you
Not defined by race
Class or career
We all deserve grace
Redneck or *****
I’m tired of the hate
And our pride being burned
The art of debate
Is yet to be learned
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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