right path?
originally written 07.22.mm
it's really weird looking at this poem...i still feel the same way about what i was writing...despite my anger towards america in this poem, i still would like to say God bless america.

what is this so-called right path?
we're taught to respect diversity,
yet many advertising their right path
condemn and condescend natural diversity.

who's to say what's right and what's wrong?
what gall one would have
to impress their beliefs on another
through oppression and depression.

the rebirth of the american campground.
before: slave shacks, concentration camps for the japanese.
now: deprogramming camps for the homosexual.
campgrounds based on fear.

embrace diversity, in the age or tolerance.
america tried to keep the black man shackled.
america imperialized the philippines and shunned asians from its own land.
now it tries to abolish a different diversity.

a nation with citizens who burn their own crosses.
what's to say one path is right? and one crooked?
those advertising this right path are descecrating a symbol of their faith.
how righteous can this path be?

no one knows of the realities of an ultimate destination.
no one knows the path to this ultimate destination--if any.
no one knows if there's more than one path.
so why insist on rightousness when even you are not sure?

--and i know you're not sure,
unless you were there at the moment of universal creation,
and can see through the thick fog called the present,
and see the light of the tunnel called the end.