Jeff Jenkins: Music
End of Sides
End of Sides
Imagine.......Lennon had it right!
The exhausting push
Against immense stones.
Walls pushing back at us
Stubborn and immovable.
It is always the other with.....
The wrong color, the wrong god,
The wrong language, the wrong music,
The wrong culture, the wrong clothing,
The wrong shoes, the wrong hats
The wrong, the wrong, the wrong, the wrong, the wrong!
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies our allies,
Our allies become the disenfranchised.
Our orphans become our homeless,
Who then become our "issue".
Our issue becomes our policy
Which becomes our belief
Which creates more orphans.
We kill you, because we are right.
You hate us because we kill you.
We kill you because you hate us,
Threaten us and scare us.
We show our children
How to love while
Cultivating our hate
Like a precious crop of priceless poppies.
We love the babies at the playground-
We hate our neighbors for parking in our spot.
We smile politely at the market
And whisper obscenities under our breath
As we are cut off in line.
And don't forget the old standby:
"Where did you freaking learn how to drive?
Why don't you go back to......"
All of this resentment becomes anger
Becomes blame, becomes separation,
Becomes justification, becomes violence, becomes war.
War..." a violent justification of separation based on blame, anger and resentment."
A monstrous cycle of pushing against pushing.
I struggle for breath
In this hurricane of hate.
My molecular makeup scrambles.
I get cancer, I get heart disease,
I get ulcers, I have a stroke, I get aids,
I get migraines, I get MS, I get arthritis,
I get depressed, I get depressed, I get depressed, I get depressed!
Wait just one God Damned minute!
We would let go of being right,
What if we would follow the golden rule,
Remember the golden rule?
There is no us and them
There is no you and me.
There is no taking sides
I call for the "end of sides".
I call for an evolution
I call for an end to war, I call for love.
"The only thing missing in any situation
Is my ability to love more"
Let's let go of the "exhausting push"
The stones will tumble
The walls will become vapor,
And we will, once again, become each other.