Realpolitik Detritus

Oh, this political air

around me

is suffocating-

every man divided.

Nobody studies,

they just cheerlead

home team

while ignoring combustion

in their backyard.

I observe

twisted knots in wood

Left Right by the gasoline jar.

I burn myself

trying to warn

about open flames.

The whites sit by the windowsill

wondering why their guy

lied about loving blacks.

I torture myself

trying to teach about speech

that lured so many in.

How many times

will history repeat?

I do not know,

but my two cats

are hip to the meow,

while my fellow man

digs through garbage cans

hoping to find answers

to wasted reasoning.