I am not the crisis.
Not I but 'we' permitted this existence.
With a commitment to ignorance,
And unwilling to listen to comprehend...
As divisions defended began to not end.
I am not the crisis.
Not I but 'we' permitted this existence.
As we allowed the getting of 'things' to bring,
Indifferences between us...
To manipulate a suffering we both say that stings.
And today that peace sought has crumbled to pieces.
To leave us to wonder how did it all start.
With both us denying who created it and when.
As our arguments heat into endless debates,
That has created a hatred tearing everything apart.
'I hate you.'
~But why? ~
'I don't know I just do.'
~Who benefits from it?
And where is the proof? ~
'I just know I am better than you.'
~Is that something you were told,
By those who start conflicts too?
And where are they?
Observing us choosing to be the fools? ~
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-i-but-we-permitted-this-existence/
