Sides

We’re supposed to pick sides.

I supposed I often do.

But how can I had behind a fence

Separating what should come together?

How can I shroud fears in defense

When I know we can do better?

How can I scream you are wrong

When we’ve all let ourselves be swept along?

We’re supposed to pick sides.

I supposed I often have.

But I don’t see a side

With truth, morals, or good intentions.

I just see people- scared– shouting — shoving

But really trying to hide.

—Written by Sandy Heights

Image by klimkin from Pixabay

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