One On One Poem by Francie Lynch

One on One

One may observe one's quite absurd,
And question why one's not deterred,
When one hears what one's observed.
One's world abounds with wondrous places,
Peopled with mosaic races.
When one blurts out a black man's black,
One says one's not a Democrat.
If one detects one's hue of skin,
One says one's a Republican.
But one is blamed for mouthing words
Like Indian, Paddy, Jew or Kurd.
One's innocuous indiscretions
Has one's eyes rolling on occasions.
Should one be blind to the homeless,
One can't see one's not blameless.
When one supports a Pride Parade,
One proudly says one's not afraid.
If one's an anti-abortionist,
Then one must help the Innocents.
'The sick and dying are a great expense, '
One yells demaning the same treatment.
One preaches hard-line on foreign shores,
Would kill the bastards in one war.
One's a diplomatic boor
(One's glad it's there and not here) .
If one knows one conceals a gun,
One compensates for one's wee one.
If one encounters a common thief,
One should keep one's company brief.
Should one hear a politician,
One needs separate fact from fiction.
One sees terrorists everywhere,
From the confines of one's chair.
One speaks of one's impending doom,
Looking out from one's room.
There's so much angst one lays on one,
We are one.
We're not one.
One's time here has ebbed,
Will flow.
One must leave.
One must go.