Red South, Blue North

You say you see only light.

So why is your vision so heartlessly black?

You tell me your ears hear only truth.

Yet, you are deaf to the cries of the needy.

You laugh at the less fortunate

and step over the misplaced,

as you demand your "poor me" moment in the sun.

Regardless of your self-flagellation,

you’re not the victim here.

The only one beating you down is you.

If you think you’re on the right side of history,

you need a new book. Because the truth is

you see with eyes tainted with hatred and cruelty.

You hear with ears deafened by the sound of your own voice,

and the bleated screams from the flock of the righteous.

You feel with a heart obsessed with your own ego.

You think with a mind poisoned by

your own warped version of who are the now worthy

who are the now disposable,

and who never mattered in the first place.

Sometimes I wonder if you can think at all.

You’ve already proven how little you care.