Liberal

by

Richard Betts Jr.

You call me a liberal,
Saying I have a heart that bleeds,
Because I choose to help someone,
Who has children to clothe and feed.

You lambaste me as a liberal,
Saying the world is a hard place in which to live.
Must we make it harder,
When we all have so much to give?

You may label me the "L" word,
And your labels I cannot control,
But I would fight for your family,
If, for you, the bells untimely tolled.

I'd rather lend a helping hand,
Than be confined like a critic.
I'd rather create something useful,
Than the skepticism of a cynic.

You may label me what you will,
But I believe what I think is right.
So, my question to you is . . .
"How do you sleep at night?"

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