There are those who shout loudly for human rights,
But they’ve misplaced the bullseye for that fight.
Falsely believing that their sight is long,
But misaligned convictions can still be strong.
I hear the patter and clatter of clapping horse feet.
Tips of glue, carrying pounds of meat.
Transportation, labour, food, or tool.
An atrocity to fight for a hopeful fool.
To stop and think.
To feed and free.
Steps to take, though measuredly.
An occasional hit.
First one then another.
A way to cope,
With ourselves,
With each other.
An open dialogue on common ground.
A way to bring the temperature down.
But there’s no need to fuss,
And who ever wanted to be rude?
We all feel that we know what’s right,
But when we reflect we just might
Find that our actions
Aren’t always
In accord with our attitudes.