Schism Poem by William Blake Beckett

Two sides to every story,
What if both sides are wrong?
Then you have to find some answers
Can't we all just get along?

The clichés of today
are endless and draining
The mind requires food for thought
But the body's abstaining.

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Separation of church and state
Has let too many fools astray
Like puppies they rely on training

Conditioning was all one thing
But math and faith taught separately
Is what my nation promised me
So why do I see differently?

Anything memorized,
Loses meaning in my eyes,
I don't have to believe what I say.

Recite these magic words today,
Tomorrow, each and every day,
Don't think or speak or look at me,
Just fall in line, mindless zombie.

I need a split of church and state,
Why must I pray at every football game?
I need an ear to hear my voice,
I need a megaphone: they won't have a choice.

But to listen, learn, repent, resign,
To live, to love, to speak their minds
To step away from the line
Rewind the vicious hands of time.

I'm not a cynic, I'm just a realist.
I speak my mind 'cause my words are fearless.
I am denied the chance to witness.
I am alive despite their hit list.
I will survive, if just to end this
Labyrinth of lies,
The maze is endless.

Good is a state of mind,
So how come I can't find
Salvation
In reputation?

I cannot leave my mark
A world so badly scarred
What is the price to pay,
To get back sanity?