Oh the stupidity of those that think they are always right
Fomenting dissatisfaction and then stepping back from sight
To watch it spread, a flu virus causing every nose to drip
Be still and you will feel the lie pressed down against your lip
Or look and see the falsehoods, like bricks, piled up on high
Whispering this is the truth – They keep up their awful cry
Cause really it's the color of your skin or the way you move a hip
The truth of why they dislike you so – It is the grain they sip
And those that snort or cackle, they have stumbled off the train
Looking to find other like minded fools to help and spread their pain
Or maybe it's just their weakness of not knowing right from wrong
Marching up and down our streets with out the dream of freedom's song
Promoting their own base desires – never ready to give a damn
No thoughts of simply doing right, no thoughts of helping man
So please just stop a listening and reach out friendship's hand
Our ship “The Lusitania” we should be praying to make land!
Jim Mildren is the longtime manager of the Gogebic County Transit system in Ironwood, Michigan at the westernmost point of the Upper Peninsula. He is an avid outdoorsman, bicyclist and runner and enjoys writing about nature and the world around him. Jim traditionally reads a new poem or two at every state transit convention he attends and is considered the Poet Laureate of the Michigan Public Transit Association. He and his lovely wife Ellen reside in Ironwood and have two grown children and a grandson out-of-state who they love to visit whenever possible.