Wednesday, November 3, 2021

QUARANTINE LIFE: WEDNESDAY THOUGHTS


The fabric has been passed down from thieves most brutal

Proudly held, and deemed exceptional

A blanket for The Beautiful

Yet no one dares speak of the glaring stain

A damning, foul stench remains

Though ignored, excused, and explained away

It's quite easy to see

Beneath creases and folds it tries to hide

As if an intended design

But when laid bare it testifies

And continues to bleed

Into more fibers; as it spreads

Unchecked, and to new sets of eyes

The stain's supposed to be

It's now what makes the fabric great

Frightening that some fight hard against

Efforts to eradicate the stain

And what it really means


Erasing it means violence; surgical precision

The fabric has to be destroyed

But who'll make the decision

To cut away the worst of it, and suture what remains?

What if it cannot be repaired, or be woven again?

Leaving it the way it is, means everyone will pay

For patching holes in fraying spots

Unraveling decay

By many, it's the stain and its ugliness that's enjoyed

For others, peace won't come until the whole fabric's destroyed

Its fibers, so contaminated; weakened by hate and lies

Compounded by sheer ignorance woven to emphasize

The need to cover guilt and shame above everything else

Who will breathe sighs of relief

When the fabric destroys itself?





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