I Share Your Hopes Poem by Mark Heathcote

I share your hopes
I share your desires.
I share your heart
I share your religion.
So then we're parcelled just the same.
Remove your skin.
And we are kin
And that's what's the simple shame.
Forget this stuff of flesh & blood.
It just muddies up the waters.
Then silty fester up a living swamp.
So now we're parcelled just the same.
But it isn't in the marrow of us all.
That, that useless-wasteful fat
That pollution we call political ideology.
It's always the few who are bad.
And brothers, that's what's the simple-shame
That's the meaning of their game.
I share your hopes
I share your desires.
I share your heart.
I share your religion.
But not their greedy ideology
I like most of you just study their criminology.
Pray, I don't share any of their genealogy.