Growing up politicized
I grew up in the dichotomy
Of union versus management
Of blue collar versus white
Of politics of politics and more politics yet
My father railed against the system
he derided the road to good intentions
He expounded on the worlds injustices
My father was and is all about how things should be
Mother would state with caveats the frailties of man
The political compromises taken to get things done
The sufferance and tolerance to get by
My mother was and is all about how things really are
One would think that I would grow up
Seeing how things should be on one hand
And how things are on the other hand
From father and mother respectively
But no, it is quite the reverse
I've learned from my father how things are
And from my mother how things should be
Thus a cynics wisdom is my curse
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