A New Way To Be
by Tamlyn MacPherson
I have learned, these past few years
a better way to be.
Where once was rage and anger rife,
I try serenity.
My patience, grown and evolved
brings calm into my mind.
When raging hard, my mental storm
made answers hard to find.
Compassion rules, it stays my hand
and I know all life is sacred.
Gays, the disabled… a refugee child…
they suffer ‘coz they’re hated.
A healing touch is just too much
to hope for at this time,
but an open ear, and loving word
is the power that is mine.
And tolerance is the tricky one.
‘Do you tolerate the intolerence?’ they say.
I say ‘look mate, when it comes to hate,
we can’t let them get away’.
Because people die when hatred thrives,
and to sit by and do nothing,
is a cowardly act and stark betrayal
of all who need saving.
So I will stand as best I can,
and take their shots and stones,
in defence of those who have no voice;
afraid, oppressed, alone.
So whatever your faith, or if you have none
the most important thing to be,
is so fucktastically Christ-like,
the cunts’ll want to nail you to a tree.