Coals of fire upon their head, under their feet Candidates stand on stage Roaring with indignation and inspiration At the records naked, exposed. "Listen to what I say." "The streets are safer, sadder, humbler." "Last resort, lies, destruction." "We Pray. We are sorry they died." But they all nod their heads, Arm themselves. They shake their hands.
They all have words, long and short. Piles of words, tons of words Spewed out in fractious spite called Negotiating. Indifference? Pushed to speed of light responses By moderators moving swiftly with hawks' wings To criticize. Fists, rage, frustration, and discretions, Interrupted when an answer displeases The news, the mighty commentators.
Nice isn't nice. Pushing, shoving, biting, kicking, Threatening all who speak. Cautioning. Who listens, all the while? In silences, the dread of what will come echoes. If humanity can't be reached...
Ann WJ White 