Truce

When a truce to consider it and introduced,
As an option.
Becomes a move too embarrassing,
To choose.
That may reveal to expose,
Ignorant and petty childish actions taken...
On all sides of a dangerous field to play.
With a listening to just one...
Who has proven finger linking skills.
And armchair sitting supervision,
Only appears...
When common sense to use does not exist?

Now...
That truce,
Easily produced to admit the truth...
Is not going to happen between those,
Wanting with it to show...
A creating of weapons to others.
In the hopes intimidation,
Is unleashed.
To fear the power of weapons that threatens.
Is more meaningful to keep in vacant minds.
Empty and thick dust collectors on both sides.
Too unconscious, blind.
And dumbed down below,
Any description to find...
What a moron is to defind!

'Slower.
Repeat what you said but much slower.
Your accusations assess,
Both sides as property owners...
Of a mindlessness?
The same mindlessness to defend?'

Okay.
I am not an expert.
Only a survivor,
Of head against wall banging.
To know...
Fools normally become offended,
When called ignorant.
And...
From my own experiences I know this is true.
Hope to have it?
Still applies to the ones,
Who identify and recognize...
Where their headaches begin to come from.

Idiots?
On the other hand,
Seem flattered to be stupid.
And can be observing the circus.
Found around in any town.
Big or small.
They are proud to be identified as clowns.
As if descendants of a protected heritage.

However...
Morons?
Morons have got to be hybrids of some kind.
And not satisfied to be just that either.
No.
They live with a wish to want it proven,
They are deserving to be labelled morons.
As if aliens teasing their adventurous visits.
And...
Is only the tip of their mental illness.
Yes.
And this sickness they actively solicit,
For funding that permits...
Them to pay to stay medicated.
On some remote island in the Caribbean.
That is far and away from the B.S.
Condoned and assisted,
In the creating of division, conflicts...
Racism and hatred.
But kept hushed from openly admitting,
Something ain't cool.
But let us all pretend...
It is 'them' and not 'us',
Deluded and fictioned out of our minds.

'How can you say that?'

I apologize.
Usually my friends and I,
Carry around signs that say...
STUPIDITY IS AN EXPENSIVE GIFT,
TO ACCEPT NOT TO EXPECT IT RETURNED!

'That's not a gift to give to anyone.
Especially if it is expected to get back.
How selfish can ignorance be?'

God provides,
What is needed to know, see and hear...
At the right time.
For anyone disbelieving reality for what it is!

'What sense does that make?'

To you?
None.
However...
Be comforted to know alone you are not!

'Whew!
Thank you.
That's a relief.'