Through the Mist
through the mist vision blurred by the bias of our views
with no attempt to walk in another men's shoes
blinded by the fog we draw chalky lines for others to cross
in the rising haze of heat our voices yell through the murky air
nowhere a clear rationale to hear or see through this toxic stew
this becomes our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings
through the blur i see no love just hate covered and guised as ideas
if only they could see through the mist, that is us on both sides of the street
Maurice Yvonne Through The Mist Contest August 24 2014
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