When history repeats

History repeats,
like when
they voted
for Barabbas
and
called the
chosen one
a savage,
and casted lots…
left him
on wood…

laughed at his
kin and those
who loved
truth, justice
the poor
and lesser
of them…

but we live
in the land
of fuck them,
you and anybody
that ain’t in my
caste…
or tax bracket
but who is
the savage?

We build walls
and name call
while throwing stones
and ignoring

the cognitive dissonance
in the abdication
of our humanity,
being kind
don’t cost
a dime…
but lemme
apply a mark up.

I’ve seen evil in faces
of those
that I’ve
broken bread 🍞 with
and skipped
on playgrounds forthwith
in the 1980’s…

the unsavory commentary
on threads and email chains
is telling
but I’m not tripping
just note taking.

The lack of kindness
the invective spewed
spoke volumes
about their truth…
and all that was
needed
was a vehicle
to seed it
and allow it
safe haven.

Sometimes the lesson…
is watching the
show going on
in front of us.