Gagged Mouths and the False Idol

that group is no unit i see no unity
has no rope at all or security
all pitted against each other like a dog-fight
but distanced from one another out of sight
the group is so small and yet there are divisions
of races and intellects and pawns
when we should be together

nobody in this city talks, people are afraid
of one another because we are not the same
but insults within the race are worse because
of the permanent stains they may lay, say red herring laws
and the guns they possess are manmade
and the plants we grow to love are gifts
of a different shade


drawn by Chris Gustafson by medium of chalk pastel