It’s so easy to climb on the horse
of self-righteous indignation
Especially riding near the back
Where chances of challenge are minimal

In my life it’s been the pigs
Then the bible thumpers ( a perennial hatred favorite)
The evil stupid smokers
And then back to the ol’  standby
Racism

Oh, the evil old fat white men
Some wearing MAGA hats
You might yell “I’m not one of them, I’m gay”
but you are

As a poet you ought to know words mean things
If you believe in race, you’re a racist
If you place them into their categories
And form stereotypical opinions, you’re a bigot
If you take action because of your opinions, 
You’re evil and dangerous

I’m feeling small and uncomfortable
Who is it okay to mock?
Or spit in their face
Or hit with this rock?

You might be terrified to know
That I only have exactly as much respect for you 
As you have for me