The Things I Hate - The Riot Before

It’s the sin not the sinner I’d insisted out loud to keep my hands clean

But the line often blurred when it was there at all, often disappearing

In church cushions where I couched my blame and distaste for everything

challenging

Progress on a path, simple in syntax, but complex and constraining

And draining

Soon circles of hell emptied out and refilled with lies of our history

Corporate control, leaders and their thrones, I accused and found guilty

From a place far away where my cluster bomb blame I’d watch detonating

Removed from the stain of blood, the tattered remains of all that I hate

Until nothing remained and I was alone

With a the feeling that I’ve gone about this entirely wrong

Is it too late to fight for a simpler struggle

To forget that I’m me, to forget if I’m right, and cling to the subtle

Breathe in the ring, the harmonizing of different voices saying different things

Is it better to forget the words or to never sing?

I’ve always been good at finding the problems with everyone else

That’s the main problem that I have with myself