His Own Worst Enemy

In this small town

in my quiet little corner

of a world at war

I cannot escape

that which aids in its destruction.

The stress brought on by the news of the day.

It comes at me from all directions.

It is in the air and around the corner.

People with their opinions

without seeking facts

argue over who is right

and who has their head in the sand.

The discord between neighbors

ever growing for the political theater

of the media.

Actual news seems to have

disappeared with Walter Cronkite

and the rest of the story

died with Paul Harvey.

Must we be subject to the extremes?

They refuse to talk with each other

nor with those who might still believe

that there is a middle ground existing

where we might come together

as a people, as a nation

or globally have a chance.

Have we truly lost the art

of getting along with each other?

So many bigots

So many targets

So much hate

So little tolerance

of others with different viewpoints

who have been shaped by different cultures

Sure each of us are individually different

but we share this great blue marble

which orbits the star we call the sun.

We are all made up of the same stuff

with the same blood

flowing through our bodies.

Under the skin we are all

brothers and sisters.

Yet we seek to destroy each other.

Man, the specie

his own worst enemy.