The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

Who cares?

We live

in our red white and blue

hugging and burning

ranting and waving

too often not contemplating

or looking to tomorrow

we just borrow

We live

with a sense of sorrow

in our rag-tag teams

agreeing and fighting

kissing and biting

too seldom truly thinking

or trying to help out

we just bout

We live

and forget that we pass

as all things must do

the scraps and me and you

we die too too

too eager to make a point

instead of making a difference

in order to differ we make a point

What's the point in fighting

when we only have one life to live

What's the point in living

if we only want to fight

Who's wrong

Who's right

Who cares?

Comments

Lovely, Lis.  Infighting makes no sense when there are so many battles waiting for us outside.


Beautifully said, Ramona.  Agreed.

 


Laughing Very Nice Lis.


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