It is April 1995

I can’t finish my morning coffee.

There is too much pain in the papers today.

From Tokyo to Oklahoma City it is being made clear

not even babies are safe from those who know the truth,

striking blindly from their certainty

they insist the world take sides

insist there is only one way, their way.

 

From Sarajevo to Kigali, it’s find a difference

then wield it, like a club, like a machete, like an uzi

to purify a bloody way of life.

 

There is no sanctity in sameness,

that kind of inbreeding spawns masses of idiots

with feudal geniuses to lead them.

 

Here in the land of the free,

the rabid right replies aim for the head

retorts no twice in the bulletproof vest then aim for the groin

this war is for the heart and soul of the party

we don’t have time for tears for babies

living, dead or vaporized

but we’ll kill for the cause of the fetus.

 

There is too much pain in the world today.

 

Too much anger,

to much truth making no sense at all.

 

And too many children needing so few hugs

needing a difference made of little gestures

kneeling to look them in the eyes

speaking to them.

It does both souls good,

the little one feels big

the big one remembers

it is the heart that matters

 

There is too much truth in the world today.