
In the outrageous propaganda of old
we can see the benefit of a simple truth
in the policies of the past
we can see that their work of separation
destroyed more lives
then these laws of segregation were supposed to be saving
(a politician divides people into groups so that they can blame each other
for the mess they are in and not him)
in the rubble of war
we can see all the advantages of peace
far beneath the surface of dust
we can see the bones of a prideful politician
resting with all the fools that he despised
during their time of living
(turns out, it doesn’t matter what group you are in
the cemetery will end up with all of them)
at the graves of those who destroyed each other
we can see a better way to live
the mirror may have picked up a few spots of rust
but the glass still shows a reflection
a collection of flickering pictures showing what they did
and what will happen if we do what they were doing
(humans do the same things over and over
all the while boasting that they are smarter than people ever were before)