One Thing Leads to Another

Hate has no home here!

Can We live without the Death Penalty?

Are none of us as…we appear?

From country meadow to north country butchers…who dare not sleep…to urban sheep.

I could place argyle socks over history…

I cannot disguise my cruel feet.

When I pigtail my banner…’does all good intention freckle my deceit?’

Do not answer me, the signature will hurt.

For me to petition diversity…rancor must have no common ground.

Do not advise me to…not Act Up.

To do so would hurt.

Every good intention…a twilight to conventional curse.