finding those who have disavowed hate
turned away the plate and happily said
they’d rather not be fed
than led down the garden path
in the direction of wrath
we see those and their unwelcoming pose
and the soured grapes distilled into wine
the people are fine like china
but give them a shiner where they deserve one
and the hate will run
red like the tongue
the barrel of a gun
and the apparel of the one
and the flag of the son
and the rhetoric is sick
learn to shut it down quick
peace signs
looking for something that aligns
doves in peace times
bringing down the hawks
who with their violent talk
try to stoke the fear
not the way to steer