Being Selective Now


I grow leery of extremes

And those who capitalize on fear

I am tired of being diplomatic in understanding

And less likely now more than ever to let my brow down

I don’t give a damn what god you pray to

But if your jacket of religion thinks senseless slaughter will gain

A higher seat to your god

If you honestly believe that breeding hate and terror is the answer

Then yes I will less likely be less open to weed through the wicked

To accept the handful of good

Be more likely to broad stroke all into that extreme

I don’t like being so picky who I break bread with

I don’t like how now when I see names associated with The Middle East

I cringe and ponder what side of the sword they’re on

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