“Momma always said that hate was a strong, strong word."
"Poppa always said that words of hate should not be used.”
(With thanks to Tyrone Wells)
I am so tired of hatred.
I am exhausted by name calling, shit slinging, vein emptying, sabre rattling, and cross burning.
I feel beaten down by duelling liturgies, witnesses and testimonies of faith and doubt.
I have become distrusting of conviction, troubled by fealty,
I have become distrusting of conviction, troubled by fealty,
and wary of true believers.
I am afraid of the undertow;
I am horrified by the lessening of compromise,
I am horrified by the lessening of compromise,
and the evermore rapidly rancorous rhetoric.
I want a return to caring about each other,
a place where people actually communicated,
to a time when people realised there were others on the other side of the phone,
to a time when people realised there were others on the other side of the phone,
the screen, the argument, the World.
We lost that long ago… the ability to converse, to commune,
to share… or to politely disagree.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
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