Cracked

If all of the murderers were locked up
we would be safer.
We all can agree on that.
No, war is not murder.
Except when they are murderers.

If the immigrants were sent back,
we would be safer.
Only people who have been here for forty generations
should be allowed.

If we all followed the book
the right way
there would be no more pandemics.
God would smile upon us.
Which book? The right one, of course!
The right way!
Out of 45,000 different versions
of the right way.

Don’t step on a crack
Or you’ll break your mother’s back

Codified and punishable
But some punish the mother
Others will punish you

They are murderers
and wrong.

Listen

There is anger and blame and silence.
People talk about each other.
People talk about others.
What is truth? What is rumor?
No one wants to listen.
They want to blame.

I do not see
I do not feel
I do not hear
how to heal this, Beloved
if no one will listen.

Only love.
Anger drains away.
I send love
Into the anger
Into the blame
Into the echoing silence.

When I get older

Is it ok for me to be a bit lazy?
A bit unkempt?
Not care about dandelions?
Weigh more?
Want to lie around after lunch?
Maybe there is something I should be doing

Maybe there isn’t something I should be doing
Maybe I should be gazing at the navel of the universe
Maybe I should be gazing at the navel of the Beloved
Maybe I should not be doing all the time
Maybe I should wait
Maybe I should watch
Maybe I should appreciate
Being here

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I am posting this without a photograph.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: curtain.