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Jul 2014
There are people out there,
that are undoubtedly,
not the best, that they could be,
there are people out there,
that one would rather, really not see.

But that's because you know they're there,
and you are here,
so long as you keep your distance,
you've nothing to fear.

Right?

Now that same people,
not to condemn them all,
are the same kind of people,
who from their high horse they sit,
standing one or two feet tall.

Oh how high and mighty they are,
looking down upon us with their haughty eyes,
how it's everything about us they hate,
the way we live, that they despise.

But it's not us or them that we need to worry,
it's the innocent caught in between,
where they say, "The Lines get blurry."

Like Hell.

They say Autism is just a child that hasn't been taught to behave,
they say Asburger's an exucuse,
so they make the system their slave.
They say ADD and ADHD,
are nothing more then children not growing up,
"Unlike you and me."

They say the homeless are stupid,
that's why they're there,
they say they volunteer, to feed them,
but when they pass them by,
they can only stop and stare.

They say violence is needed,
to keep the children in line,
I agree some punishment is needed,
but abuse is never the answer,
and was never mine.

They all say they didn't know,
when the numbers out weigh their yelling match,
so then they eat their words,
Down the hatch!!

Feigning ignorance for stupidity,
is like lighting a match,
it burns, nice, bright and hot,
but once it's turned to ashes,
ashes is all you got.

You've wasted your temper,
your moment to shine,
for even the 15 minutes of fame,
claiming it saying, "ALL MINE."

I do not wish to hate them,
those who commit such atrocities,
but would it be fair of me,
to call their actions,
those of monstrosities?
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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       ---, --- and Paula Lee
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