If

If Anger were a name
Would I claim it?
If a gun were mine to aim
Would I aim it?

No and no
As angry as I am
I surely never can
Take hatred to my breast
And hope to tame it.

So herein lies the rub...

We see the lies
With open eyes
Yet if we try to set to rights
The wrongs we see
By our own lights
We but become
The very thing
We seek to kill
And so preserve
Despite our skill
The germ of hate
The bitter pill

The bitter pill that poisons all
No matter what fair voices call
We must ignore
Eschew them all

So, dammit
What are we to do?
I have, perhaps,
A thought or two
By Gandhi!
And by Jesus too
And maybe
Henry David Thoroo
(My spelling is abysmal, true...)
Passive resistance, with a twist
(The twist, I mean... well, here's the gist)
We get quite active, though pacifist
In your face! You fascist fuck!
You're selling what?!?
You outta luck!

The key to the soul of a Conservatarian
Is the Almighty dollar
Or Euro
Or whatever currency they trade in
It is their lifeblood.
Deny them this
And they die.
Or at least they get really cranky.
And that's a good thing, no?