Trails That You Talk

I don’t want to walk

In the trails that you talk.

Not while I can feel.

Don’t tell me of love,

You who speak hatred.

Don’t tell me that peace,

Never justifies war.

Don’t ask me to kneel

At some gilded pew

To monetary gods

When there are the poor.

You talk of working

Only for yourself.

Patriotism

Is Sunday drink clubs.

You speak of duties,

But for someone else.

You are not seeking ways,

You’re looking for cause.

Don’t teach me to blanch

At a colorful skin.

Don’t ask me to fight

In your party wars.

Don’t cloak me in cloth

To pretend your faith.

Don’t say your marriage is

Always free from whores.

As you slowly fade

I will climb a hill.

When your TV blinks

I’ll hold out a hand.

There is contentment

For your kind of mind,

But what makes you think you’re

The voice of my land?

Don’t tell me of love,

You who speak hatred.

Don’t tell me that peace,

Never justifies war.

Don’t call me a dropout

With your apathy.

Don’t try to sell me

On you anymore.

I don’t want to walk

In the trails that you talk.

Not while I am real.