Bullets or seeds

Staring into the ripples

of my mirrored surrounding

Reflecting my lost memories

There I see my mother

Explaining why Democracy is the only way forward

Her voice echos through my ears

and sticks like a tack to wall

My father laughs and jokes

“Republicans aren’t worth the sense(cents) they were given.”

Though he refers to money,

his play on words are hidden.

Fight for the small, those that do without

“THE REPUBLICANS CAUSE IT ALL!”,

They said that without a doubt

Now as I stand at this reflecting pool

Watching these shadows of my past

My family have all abandoned

the seeds they sowed at last

Propaganda wins it all

In the end we lose

Yelling screaming fighting one another

Is this the life we choose?

I am now 35

and still

I do not understand

I’d rather separate myself from others

Than have a loved one bite my hand

Snowflake

Libtard

Demtard

The list goes on and on.

The hate behind those words

They create demons with each strand.

Words are seeds if you so choose

Or bullets you sow inside those in which you speak

The Government is doing wrong

Not those of us with pen in our hands

But curse and cut if you please

that’s what they want you to do

Slice and dice each other

Make us less to chew

Curse me if you must

Because my opinion is skewed from your own

Hate me if you will

Because we see through difference lenses

Kaleidoscope of views

A different view from every angle

All are wrong and none of right

But gather your swords and daggers of hate

In the end, you words will be victorious

And the broken hearts – well –

It’ll be too late.

Snowflakes

Cassie C Redfearn