Polytix

politically, I guess I’m independent.
and not just because of how much I so resent that
whenever someone subscribed to a party tries convincing
me of their rightness, I can’t help but start wincing.
see, it’s not necessarily your strongly held ideals
or the way that talking ‘bout them gives you all those feels
but that if your ideals were all there were, then that would be fantastic
‘cept instead we get reality and the actuality is drastically
unacceptable in an ignorant, us-vs-them, and kinda racist sorta way
at least its mad classist so don’t ask me to be okay
with how you can say the state is far too big or far too small
or how it’s doing too much or not nearly enough at all.
because for all your talk of liberty and all your talk of community
the talk builds up to naught but talk and binds with such disunity
that i don’t give a single fuck what you say it’s all supposed to be
‘cause what is is what is and that’s all that matters much to me
to love the most those who are loved the least
justice and hope spread through the whole like yeast
and give rise to a revolution of the heart and the mind
and throw aside the privilege that makes those in power so blind
and turn guns into shovels, so we can finally bury the hatchet
and turn bombs into classrooms, and cigarettes back to matches
and take all that paper we used to use to write our bills
and make a planet-sized canvas, until all the color spills
and then wipe down our souls, and pay reparations with a smile
till justice flows like lemonade and there’s a place for every child
around the dinner table of ingenuity, and the human creative spirit
says to mother earth and father sky and anyone else around to hear it
i’m sorry.
i love you.
let’s eat.