Rise

 

Above the rabble,

we should rise;

beyond lowly dubious

discourse or disingenuous

diatribes, and

elevate to honorable

heights.

 

We should rise away from

the screaming throngs

demanding their idiotic

voices be heard, because

they are comfortable yelling

with their own, and too deaf

from their own shouting crowd to hear

anything but their own screaming.

 

Rise, towards lofty dreams,

and worthy goals,

together, an esprit de corps of

humanity, bonded by our desires

to be better, kinder, empathetic,

and less divisive.

 

The fires of Hell are hot

enough without the burning

contempt, hatred, mistrust

and denial of the truth or facts;

espoused so often and so rudely,

by fork tongued charlatans,

fanning the fires beneath our very feet.

 

I do not want to burn my feet,

I want to rise above the very,

burning coals of hate and

flames of lies, and cool off

in clouds of optimism and

truth.

 

Basking in the cool stillness and peace,

only found in those souls who recognize

our collective humanness, above

any ideology or religion, and choose

to rise with it on thermals of good.

Above the Rabble and their rabbling.

                                                     

                                                Painting Credit:

https://www.masterworksfineart.com/artists/rene-magritte/lithograph/golconde-golconda-1953-series-3/id/w-2861