The Third Way

Today is not the time for complex thought

You have to pick our side or you are bought

By evil forces. Nuance is for naught.

You’re for us or against us—there

The evil plot begins—I can be for

The truth and virtue, beauty and the fair

And be against two evils I abhor.

You have to hate, and you must hate who we

Are hating—no, you cannot disagree.

I will not play your party game

Of pick-a-villain—any evil’s odious—

I will not choose your evil aim—

I won’t bow down to pick preferred infected puss.

We do insist, we do demand you hate

Mankind the way we hate him, or your fate

Will be to be associated with the gate

That guides to our twin opposite as mate.

The only thing I hate’s your hate—I love each one

And everyone, all humankind, their warts and all,

And trust an open, loving world will beat the gun

That’s brandished by the hateful right before they fall.

We will destroy you, for we hate your love—

We ground beneath our feet the mourning dove.

That’s better than a life within a world in which you rule—

Before I love your hatred I would rather be a fool—

And I would rather take your bullets than turned into your tool

To make the world your image and transform it to your runny stool.