High Hopes

By Russ Ligtas

If anybody from either side needs a hug, I’m here.
I’ll even whisper a lullaby in your ear.
You can cry on my shoulder. I’ll give you things to smash.
Hell, I’ll even share with you some of my hash
browns. I made them with love, you know.
No judgment, disrespect, not even sorrow.
I just really want everyone to get pleasantly baked
goodies or just take a long quiet break.
You see, there’s nothing happy about slaughtering.
If you think like Hitler, you must be high on something
else — not drugs, not money, not even power.
something a lot like evil, something like murder.