A bitterness

An indignation

Has us in its thrall

Us against them

Racial, social

Animus

Fear and loathing

Partisanship as a test

Of moral fiber.

 

We are at the

Bottom of the barrel

Of human emotion.

Perhaps only

Self destruction is next.

 

We are all one

One and the same.

Out of Africa

We’ve mated

With most everything

On two legs.

 

 

 

Our DNA is a mirror

Of our neighbors’.

 

Must now we

Settle for the cheap

The ugly?

The intransigence

Of smallness

This is fuel for

The demagogues

The fanatics.

 

There is hope

That we will become

Tired of being

Sick and Tired.

Though

The wake up call

Will be ugly.