I went and visited my mom
Our talk, as usual, was calm
The talk had nothing near hatred.
It was more like the sacred
We never discuss matters of the day
I sometimes wonder if, who or what to obey
Discussing politics mixed with religion
I think that would kill that white pigeon
So, I barged in and changed the topic
I wanted to show, I was not myopic
I centered the talk on stuff
I wanted to appear as if I hadn't enough
I discuss things practically in type
She never, oh never listens to hype
Music, singers were the order of the day
It had nothing to do with who or what to obey
Today, I pride myself on being a cooperator
I did not come close to being an agitator
Then when the talk ended
Everyone was happy, just as intended.
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