We Don’t Talk Anymore

One day I want to ask.

What is it you have against others?

Why are you personally offended by a colour?

Do you use that tone with your mother?

Does your world really break because of other people's lovers?

You were always on the wrong side of history, circling like vultures, the side where the grass was only greener because they rolled out a carpet and called it horticulture.

We don't talk anymore. Not that we ever did much to begin.

Your own fragile life calling everyone else beacons of sin.

Do you really think this is what your God wanted? Hate and destruction and abhorrence flaunted?

Please give me a break, you're not high and righteous. You're starting a fight just to fight against justice.

My memories of school are foggy at best, but we were taught Canon law and let me tell you a jest. The Church believed in tradition, father and son, they also favoured striking down barbaric laws in favour of new ones.

Things change with the times. Get your head out of the clouds. The world is not yours to control, it's ours to turn around.

What happened to peace? Do you miss the war? Calling poor women and children your whores?

You don't need a voice if you ignore those of others. You don't get a choice if it means everyone else's are smothered.

We don't talk anymore. But maybe we should. Maybe if someone set you straight, it would actually do you some good.