This is where I go
When the world goes mad
Everyone telling me
I must choose a side now
I must pass judgment now
Every man
Is my brother
Good, or not good
I mourn my brothers
Whose lives are so broken
That they find themselves
Forcefully subdued
I mourn my brothers
That find themselves
Bestowed with power
Beyond their control
I find mourning much more pragmatic than picking, or making a side, which will ultimately yield nothing of value. It requires circumspection, introspection, and a willingness to suffer at the hand of all truths.
However, as long as I have lived, and from what I’ve witnessed, mankind simply lacks the wherewithal to make this the standard.
Seemingly, we just want vengeance, dressed up in all sorts packages. That approach will never address the core problems. When will we learn?
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Thanks for sharing an even keeled take on the current events.
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thank you
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This is so perfect Mark. The image is beautiful and you took the words right out of my mouth. Only you did a better job than I would have. I’ve been thinking about using an ostrich with his head in the sand to represent my own feelings, but not choosing a side isn’t really the same thing as having your head in the sand now is it. Sometimes I feel as though I’m like a child in between conflicting parents that I love – it just hurts.
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Thank you Janet
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