Foul Smelling

We live to witness, What to most should be obvious. And yet... There are those on opposing sides, Interpreting a point of view. Many think pointless... On either side to keep pursued. And heard coming from the 'left' side... -Anyone who has repeatedly experienced it, To live knows... A foul smelling bomb that drops. Is meant to intend. With it done to do, Flowing as it does out of someone's mouth. As if it is wished to cultivate it.- And, On the right side... Where lawns are manicured. And fences have been, Freshly painted bright white. Stand those who deny and exclaim, "No. You folks are the ones, Creating unnecessary tension. This is a rare event. Not meant to intend or offend at all. Let's calm down our assumptions. And wait and see...again! If this should happen one more time. Perhaps. Just perhaps... The one who drops such a stench. Is not fully aware, Of what they have done. Since no one else has ever did this, Without providing us an explanation. So... Let's none of us jump to conclusions. To feel negatively about any of this." We live to witness mysterious times. To define what is obvious, Not to be what it is. But something else wished to delude.