Perspective Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I am not an Archie Bunker,
Who hates everyone all the same.
And when it comes to racist,
I have never been called that name.

My street is multiple racial,
From Africa to the far east.
And each of them are my good friends.
Racism is a horrible beast.

I have black nephews and nieces.
And I adore them all the same.
Though I am white I sleep at night
With a world view that is sane.

There are Democrats and Republicans.
Race does not even enter in.
We don't care where a politician comes from,
But share perspectives on where he's been.

We went from a two trillion dollar debt
To seventeen with the stroke of a pen.
Our great great grandkids can't pay that off,
Even a crystal ball can't tell us when.

I would vote for any man I knew
Who could undo the atrocious harm,
That those in the administration did to us,
Whether from Wall Street or a farm.

Abortion is the bottom line,
That I simply can't espouse.
If a man or woman supports this crime,
I won't believe any words from their mouth.

I know there's coming a judgement day.
Those who have made this crime a law,
Will have to answer a Holy God
Who every sin of theirs He saw!

My choices are in perspective
To what's written in black and white
In a book that's called the Bible,
That was our nations once guiding light.

It says by their fruits we shall know them.
His own children and those who will boil.
Just look at the fruit in Washington,
To see the fermented fruit has spoiled.