Everyone has an axe to grind.
When I say everyone I mean nearly everyone, do you mind?
Take the media, for example.
Look at a cross sample.
Video, print, whatever.
Are they objective never?
Similarly in politics and people supporting football teams.
Fairness? Honesty? In your dreams.
My country right or wrong is an old song.
As some black guy said, why can’t we get along?
His name was Rodney King if memory serves me right.
The white police were spoiling for a fight.
Who knows wrong from right?
We have wars, dislike and hate because we choose.
That is the news.
No wonder black men sang the blues.
You would in their shoes.
In wars we lose.
How many dead and wounded on both sides?
As fish in the sea in waves and tides.
Pick up the pieces after, son or daughter, from the slaughter.
A child knows peace is best.
Harmony, music, a friend and the rest.
Out of the mouths of babes came forth the truth.
Must young men die in youth?
I say no.
And so I go.
18th June, 2017