Dichotomy

 People do things wrong, I know. 
 I've been a people for awhile;
 Often conscious what we do
 Lies between less than optimal,
 And somewhere far more hideous,
 More angry, carnal, deceptive.

 Evil or sick: it's possible we're both.

 And then we alternate between
 Moral and psychological explanations:
 Unforgiving of lapses of the first kind,
 Understanding of mistakes of the second.
 People we disapprove of are evil;
 People whose tribe we identify with
 Can't help what they do, or are excused.
 These distinctions are often arbitrary.

 Evil or sick: it's possible we're both.

 We must decide if we believe
 People have agency or not,
 And if so, when or when not;
 We cannot fix a problem which
 Is only a problem for our enemies
 And that we're blind to in our friends.

 Evil or sick: it's possible we're both.

Appease On Earth

I know that it’s supposed to be
a time to tell the hopeful truth,
and share our love with those who are
around. But some don’t care for hope,
and give up truth to win at
Lord-knows-what.

So all the stockings are hung crooked

We have the power and the sight;
and with humility, we might
share hopeful truth with everyone
who breathes. But such is not our way:
we want to win, and decorate
our world with trophies of it.

So all the stockings are hung crooked

So parties pack their many pews
with those who will embrace their views
of what this world should be and
what it is. And truth’s left beggaring,
to wander out into the snow
and go wherever it might go,
to find some lonely artist, priest,
or mom to let it in –

Yes, all the stockings are hung crooked