Archaic, or Be Great Again
It would be a huge mistake–
To disregard the archaic.
Some things that are old
Aren’t covered in mold:
Like Manners, I think so, should stick
They Are / Were a pretty keen trick.
Smiles, they’re ours by human nature,
A really sweet human feature.
You know a nice smile goes a long long way
Without any feet;
Sifting, sorting, that’s a bigoty game–
Leads to self-defeat.
Hate, now hate the one big sore thing I’d drop
Get out, Be gone, You S – T- O – P, stop.
I think that greatest of our old gifts
Love, we should fill in all our rifts.
If we are all different or even all just the same
We are called by that familiar old family name;
We’re people, and folks, and tribes galore
No need for “sameness”, that’s a real bore.
If we love one another and give it our best
It’s archaic, old, and we’d truly be blessed.
Love each other; watch out for every single one
And live by the notion, to do as we’d have done.
If in the end we have in mind, we want to win
Above all else, let’s be Kind, to be Great again.
26 May 2018