This is a re-post from last year. The sentiments are the same.
Two Americas, (c) 2017 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I see two Americas
each believing they are right
polarized to different margins
there is no middle for them.
I see two value systems
each in extreme form
leading many to believe
that they must choose.
There is no middle ground
and your actions can’t be wrong,
if you are right. Right?
After all, this is a fight.
I see the colors fading,
only into black and white
there will be no gray, and certainly,
no other colors here.
I dream it could be different,
and I’m called so many names.
They say I’m too scared to fight,
that I’m too scared to choose.
Dear young one, when you choose,
be clear what you’re fighting for.
Be clear whom you’re fighting with.
Remember, wrong is never right.
Dear young one, don’t be scared
to stand up on your own,
to resist the leading group
and to bring peace in this world.
Of course, I am only dreaming
of a country that:
accepts difference
promotes peace
talks through disagreements
never uses violence
let’s an individual choose
gives more than two options
respects all opinions
lives in democracy.
Perhaps that is Utopia,
and maybe just a dream.
Maybe I am just a dreamer,
so throw tomatoes at me.
Yet all is not yet said and done.
There is still a tomorrow unknown.
Maybe I’ll see that I had a right
to sit and dare to dream.
