Simplicity, it’s just wood and nails right?
A table tucked into a far off corner
A world we can slide in and out of, right?
Its simplicity like a glass of water
Am I Right? Or is it freedom taken for granted
A peace of mind we obtain from simple banter
From the blessing to speak so freely and candid
To not be judged by anyone in any manner.
This table is blind of hue, and cares not your sex
And was fashioned from the hands of generations
Compeers who fought against a racial complex
a complex eroding the bonds of our preservation.
In hopes that wisdom can prevail in days to come,
We shaped the chair. A mark of hospitality
And though the discourse may be vexing to some,
The voice of care is paramount for reality.
I ask who propagated this societal assassin
In the rear view, I searched for the hatred they’ve stocked
Upon the dying branch, so stoutly impassioned,
I asked so blindly again, how far this fruit had dropped
It was not as simple as an apple in a garden,
And a tempting dragon pouring his fiery breath
How long have we been granted humanity’s pardon,
the grant to act vile and even cause another’s death?
The brevity of time we have is so precious,
And we should not spend it killing one another
Is harmony tainted by a poison so insidious,
that we will wage domestic war on our brothers—
These kin, at the table, the ones we shoot the shit with
What venomous spurn could be coursing through their veins?
What have we done to this once great and purposeful myth,
This pillar we stand for, that we grind for, time and again.
How far off the beaten path has this road taken us?
Sometimes the truth hurts, and the pain is really real
But it is ignorant to think we are so righteous
to not accept the faults behind the appeals.
And some questions don’t have the just answers needed,
I cannot speak for the dead, and you cannot either.
In adaptation I say we meet and sort out our reasons
And let us find the consensus to become the weavers
The sky is above me and the earth is below
The fire within me is the likes that no one knows
Within you and me the sustenance to grow
Tuck away those ghosts and demons and help us grow.
Like that glass of water, I offer opinion
It is so absolutely free, what do you think?
Take my existence, it is considered a rebellion
So will you join me at this table for a drink?