It's a road you need to walk, unconditionally, alone
Ask me if you must but let's not impose on each
Our religious beliefs, our customs and notions
The food you eat look good and delightful
You ask if that was a lizard on my plate
That was impolite, I could have you
Struck twice for saying that, but
Again, it's mainly out of glee,
Trying to be funny, a child
Too big for his britches
Who is the old witch
Is there now a
Destructive
Program
Switch in
Perceptions
Or a strategic way
Of creating confusion
Where is the true direction
Humanity is heading, seeking
What passes for unity but uniformity
Of views, weeding out dangerous thoughts
That disagrees with what's on your own plate
War between nations due to recalcitrant subversives
A few create distractions, whole nations declaring war
Who does not hold a gun is not a peacemaker, neither a writer
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