No time to walk the walk
Afraid to think the thought
Unquestioned stands no truth
I wish we all would moderate
Our absolutes
Quit diminishing all
Them big, big truths
Into rallying cries
Good luck with what you sow
Same crop in every filed
A cultural scurvy
I wish big money would moderate
Their big, big scales
Quit starving the soil
And cultivate
For a future fate
With Teflon covered ears
And Caps Lock mentalities
No place for nuances
I wish we aimed to moderate
The absolutes
Stopped diminishing all
Them big, big truths
Into war cries
Can't think of nothing worse
Homogeneity is a curse
A truth not free from youth
But as true as any truth