Who

Who... Am I. Am I who I am? or, who I want to be? The difference is in me. Night and day, not the color of my skin, or the way I intend, but the way that I am, and will be. I represent me. More than that, I am us. We together are who we are. We can be bad or good, hands to heaven or feet to hell. The difference... the simple ring of a bell. Stomping the weak, that want to speak, or romping through the grass, giving criminals a pass. We need to do better, or we will be made less, by the few, that hate the all. Watchers on the sidelines. Good men of good breeding. They are high, and mighty, and have no known faults. They have made sure to bribe, or even own to the bone... all descenters, the decliners' with a pen, and paper. It is a rapier wit they have. Many laugh at the party because they have not realized they too are part of the meal, so feel as you like... but dinner is about to be served.