Poem: A Beautiful Mess
A beautiful mess
There was a lot of effort
but what was the point?
At the end of the day
no one agrees
on how to fix problems.
Everyone has their own opinions
their own reactions
their emotions
their own priorities
Parts of it are justified
some of it is an axe to grind
and a chip in their shoulder.
What are we going to do
about the source of the trouble
and not just about the symptoms?
Is it too much to handle
too complicated to comprehend
too expensive to implement
and not expedient to their goals?
Obscure the details
frustrate the well-meaning
deny the ugly statistics.
Wrap it up in morality
and point it at the enemy.
At the end of the day,
who will be the heroes
and who are the enemies?
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