But we can be a bystander for justice.
Bells and boos and insults and innuendos.
The season for power has arrived in time for the daffodil sales.
But the yellow sunshine of hope has wavered in the land of milk and honey boo-boo.
Cries of “Eww” wail as men exaggerate the size of their pee-pee.
But we can be a bystander for hope.
The flicker of light dims as we watch grown men stand behind the dais and give us no plans or strategies, but simply tell us all will be well when they have power.
If power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, I am the last eunuch.
The riptide of change is a’coming, and it looks like scribbles drawn from hands still learning to grasp a crayon.
But we can be a bystander for mercy.
Who is leaving dog crap on the front steps with a nasty note and not loving their neighbor?
Who is tying muddy soccer shoes in a tree instead of loving their neighbor?
Some want America to be the bully of the world.
I say don’t mind your business, but be a bystander for change.