These are strange days we are living in.
We have been living in them since day one but they seem to get stranger as we move down the line.
It is okay to hate.
All your best religions are doing it.
It is okay to tell a lie as long as you believe it is the truth.
What is truth anyways?
Is it just a lie made into reality by belief of the masses?
Both sides seem to lie, to make false accusations against the others, in hopes that enough people will march with their signs.
Both sides seem to hate, fist raised in rage, shouts going out to those on that other side, the wrong side.
We all give up.
“Strange days a-coming…”
Whispers on the wind, change, another of those words that can be either way, bad change, good change, change in your pocket, change in the wind, change on the floor.
“Change your socks, they got holes in them!”
“We demand change!”
The leaders stand at the podium, they did not even write the speech, but they stand there, smiling, nodding, they speak and the sheep baa in unison to their leader.
“Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace!”
Isn’t that how the song goes?
Let us rewrite what the prophets said.
“Do not love thy neighbor, nay, for they are different! They do not wear the latest fashion as you do, and their beliefs are different from yours. They shall burn in Hell for these atrocities!”
Strange days have been here since the first time we could point and grunt.
Wake up; it is time to go to sleep.
The House that is not a home, filled with angry people, speaking just to hear themselves speak, to be a clip on some morning television news show.
Beat to death your fellow man for they are wrong and deserve to die!
The madness creeps even into those who begin out sane, with a dream, a brilliant dream, actual good change but soon, they are standing at the pulpit spewing out words of insanity, speaking their lies in hope that they become truths.
I am guilty of these charges, fearing those who are different from me, believing the lies spread by the leaders, pointing fingers and declaring them unclean, following behind these leaders with their signs.
The other side doing the same, pointing fingers at their opponents, screaming words in hope that enough followers will hear and will follow blindly into the burning, scorching light.
It is okay to kill and steal as long as it is from the other side, the wrong side, those who do not follow my leader.
It is all good, how do I know?
My Leaders tell me so!
They say ‘God is on our side! We cannot lose! Fight! Shackle yourself for freedom! If you do not, THEY will win’
And we believe, we go forward, because we are right, the other side is wrong.
We do not want THEM to win.
If they win, it means we have lost and that would be wrong for we are right.
These are strange days indeed…