Sick and Tired

Was just reminded again, back on the 13th, of how… how much we turn to hatred. Right now, to me, alone in my room at 1 in the morning, it just seems like a constant churning sea of hatred and anger and violence. It starts to look like, you’ll never be able to change the hearts and minds of other people, and, it makes me, heh, well, Sick and Tired.

I wrote this poem a few years back, feeling the same thing, and I could probably pull this poem out every month for the rest of my life and feel the same thing. I honestly believe humanity can achieve peace on Earth. I honestly believe we can reach the stars and create a world we’ve only dreamed about as children. I really do, people are amazing like that. But, reality dumps on us, all the time, and every time I think I’ve seen past to the good, the same evils rise up again and again. This is a hard anthem to have, a hard motto to hold to, but… it’s the one that will get us there, isn’t it?

Sick and Tired by Chris McDaniel

I’m sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of
Hate trying to masquerade as Love.
I’m sick and tired of
Your truth being the only truth,
And my truth being nothing but lies.
I’m sick and tired of
Silent pain and those
Who prey upon it.
I’m sick and tired of
Mud-raking and finger-pointing,
Of lies and truth being so entwined
One is the same as the other.
I’m sick and tired of
Judgment from above that
Crushes me into the dust.
I’m sick and tired of
violence coming before reason,
of rage blinding compassion
and twisting justice.
I’m sick and tired of
Fires that never end
And lives that never start.
I’m sick and tired of
“Us” and “Them”
And no room in the middle.
I’m sick and tired of
All being equal but
Some being more equal than others.
I’m sick and tired of
quick-fix promises that no one believes,
until we try them and they don’t work.
I’m sick and tired of
Pride in the ideal meaning
Blind obedience to the reality.
I’m sick and tired of
Questioning becoming conspiring, Of
compromise being weakness
And strength found only in death.

I’m sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of
Being drowned out.
I’m sick and tired of
Seeking common ground.
I’m sick and tired of
Losing the fight
Because the only way to win
Is to join.
I’m sick and tired of
The poison and the bile,
Of the garbage and the filth,
Of hatred and –isms that
Divide what should be indivisible.
I’m sick and tired of
dreams being for fools.

I’m sick and tired

But

I’m not quitting just yet.

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Sick and Tired

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