By Ron Pickett
TRIBES
I’m distressed, dejected - in denial,
I don’t see a way out.
Conflict, terrorism, wars.
Devastation, destruction, where homes once stood.
Winners – Losers – Neither - Both.
Tears and blood,
Blood and tears.
Peace, Love, Joy, Noel.
I see the signs,
I know what they mean.
I was an optimist.
I’m a depressed pessimist.
How did we get here?
How can we get out?
Peace, Love, Joy, Noel.
We are bright, curious, imaginative.
We are emotional, egocentric, entitled.
We form tribes. Tribes that we protect.
Tribes that protect us.
That is our past, our strength.
We fight other tribes, that is our future, our demise.
We are an endangered species.
Our only inescapable danger is us.
Tears and blood,
Blood and tears.
Peace, Love, Joy, Noel
Can’t we unite tribes to fight the common enemy?
Ron Pickett is a retired naval aviator with over 250 combat missions and 500 carrier landings. His 90-plus articles have appeared in numerous publications. He enjoys writing fiction and has published five books: Perfect Crimes – I Got Away with It, Discovering Roots, Getting Published, EMPATHS, and Sixty Odd Short Stories.
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