All the same to you.
Leftist, Rightist, in between; why the need to label me.
If you reduce me to a word, what I say cannot not be heard.
We are both a product of, a time a place, hate or love
all things bring us to this place, religion, country, childhood, race.
I do not believe of you, all that others say you do
and ask that you believe of me, only what you see.
All the monsters we create, live only through mistrust and hate,
created under darkness cover, we demonize and fear each other.
Extend to me your hand my friend, let this sad division end,
Meet me halfway cross the bridge, that will allow us both to live.
Let this long charade be done, that has made fools of everyone,
No wars to fight, no banners furled, one heart, one mind, one love one world.
If its all the same to you, it will be the same to me.
Know we are all of one skin, same love, same fear, same pain, same needs.
This sad world will not get better till we come to see the truth,
that it’s all the same to me and it’s all the same to you.
Scruffy May 2015