A poem

Here was my weak stab at writing a poem about all these people who were for this war - and now I’m not so sure what they’re for. I wrote this on the Banality of Evil thread:

EXECUTION

Don’t waste time looking back right? We are where we are and we have to deal with it.
Gross mistakes have been made but lets move on, our very survival depends on it.

It’s interesting that that stratagy works out so well for you.

It is a dilemma I deal with for sure - rehash the past, confront the demons, risk ruining the present, disrupting the future.

You trump me with you compassion.

Do you feel my forced silence?

As the rug bubbles up and the threads stretch thin, I ask questions quickly, quietly, not at all.

In my hung over haze I wonder what I’m after, consequences, repercussions, accountability, guilt, apologies, self congratulations, lessons learned, redemption…

I want you to want to tell me the answer.

You have moved on to another question

Don’t let me let you do this