Usually, I try to wait until Saturday or Sunday to post my regular Poem of the Week. This time around, though, I couldn’t resist but post this particular composition today on account of my growing frustration with the state of the union, both on a large scale (i.e., liberals versus conservatives) and a small one (e.g., the “Fandom Menace” and various anti-FM Star Wars fans). Granted, I’ve no doubt that I’m just as guilty of adding fuel to this fire that has been burning in America’s belly throughout this trainwreck of a decade, and if I have, I apologize wholeheartedly and will do everything in my power to not succumb to such temptation from here on out. Rather than moan, groan, and carry on about my feelings in the rest of this forward, however, I’ll just shut up and let my poem speak for itself. Please feel free to pass it around to everyone you know and love, too, and repost it wherever you can so that the message spreads itself across the World Wide Web like wildfire. Sure, that’s me hoping against hope, but I seriously can’t be the only one who thinks this way or who wants the message of this piece to permeate the American—or, for that matter, the world’s—collective consciousness. All preaching aside, then, please enjoy!
Dustin M. Weber
When Is the World Gonna Grow Up?
April 3, 2019
When is the world gonna grow up? When will this nonsense stop?
When will all the fighting we’ve been doing with each other finally drop?
We’ve been at each other’s throats for so long that hatred’s all we know,
And all the venom that’s brewed between us has embittered us so.
I’ve forgotten how it all started, but I also fear how it’ll end
If we all don’t take the steps necessary to kill this nonsense, friend:
All the accusations we’ve slapped each other with over personal beliefs;
All the name-calling and other insults we’ve cut each other with so deep;
All the petty, obnoxious screaming matches we could’ve easily sidestepped;
All the lines we’ve drawn between us that have left us socially bereft;
All the ways we’ve torn ourselves and each other apart left, center, and right
Out of overreacting to each other’s differences each day and night.
It’s not just an Internet thing, either, although truth be told,
Many is the clash that happens there with personalities bold
All too easily misunderstanding each other’s words, spoken and typed,
Taking each other’s words out of context, emotions skewing things left and right.
Sadly, trolls also exist, lurking ‘neath pseudonyms and causing grief
For others for naught but their own sick, puerile entertainment, chief,
And I wish I could say that banding together to put these punks in their place
Would be the solution, but alas…such would cause but further disgrace
And thicken the tension between us, thus fueling the bastards’ fun
And making them stronger. Besides, ‘tis the mods who should make ‘em run
Back to the bridge from which they crawled beneath to harass the civilized,
Who in turn have been feuding with each other, forming bands on either side
Of the stress boiling between them over that which has driven them apart:
Religion, politics, pop culture fandom, or other values of the heart,
And on account of their disparities have branded the other side vile
With unabashed loathing and condescension, amongst various other bile.
It’s not just a month-and-gone thing, either, for actual, full-blown wars
Between nations’ armies have lasted shorter than these feuds between scores
Of people who despise each other over one key difference between them,
And if only they’d stop quarreling and meet at a peace table of sorts, then
Perhaps they can discuss the situation rationally with each other,
Come to an agreement, and hug it out like the sisters and brothers
They ultimately are, and from there, each remaining feud that exists
Can be resolved similarly, and from there, we can all spread the gist
Of solving problems through cooperation rather than slamming each other
Over distinctions, either great or small, like children sans fathers or mothers
To keep us in line with our opinions and agendas, which we’ve spouted
At each other every which way we can, only in the end to be outed.
I thus say again…when is the world gonna grow up? Tell me, please!
I’m so sick of all these squabbles bringing us all to our knees,
And if we don’t learn to work together, things will soon get only worse,
So let’s wake up, everyone, and squash these beefs before they squash us first.
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