Blurred Lines
I wrote this as I was watching the removal of the people of Amona from a shul. I wasn't sure what to think and this is what came to mind. Blurred Lines Lines drawn in between black and white sand Lines are raked in blood sweat and tears Bleeding into a sickly shade of gray Right and wrong Angled by point of view Ideology and Theology Blur vision on both sides Crowbars, sticks of hate, attacking the messengers Marching orders, personal opionons, laws Meld in a scene of blood, sweat,& tears Blend in a hurricane of pain Spectators on sidelines Looking at the illusion of 180 degrees Thinking they see The whole scene Trying to evaluate gray storm Encapsulating humanity Trying to dictate whirlpools of gray sand Choking on humanitys double standards