It Was the Summer of Hate

It was the summer of hate
Out of their mouths flowed a river
The fish were filthy
And the sentiment silky sediment
Yellow skinned people weren’t
Permitted to swim
And the light skinned people
Railed against the brazen sun
It was the summer of hate
Everyone got an earful
Creating excess ear wax
Still, people used cue tips
That only created impairment
This generated anger
Among the hearing impaired
Stifling understanding
It was the summer of hate
Blood-red were eyeballs
Given everyone eyed each other
No one could see others
Because when they could
Everyone else was an ‘other’
Then fire poured from nostrils
Flames consumed each other
Turning everyone black
It was the summer of hate
Like eels eyebrows contorted
Twisting and bending as if on dry land
Suggesting the presence of anger
Women’s eye lashes flapped
Men misinterpreted the gesture
There grew more confusion
So men began rolling their eyes
It was the summer of hate
So you can imagine how
I as a gray-brown Mockingbird
Lifted higher to a new loft
Uninspired by the people below
While reveling in the freedom of
Open and unencumbered sky
With my wings unfurled—given
It was the summer of hate

~ It Was the Summer of Hate

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