INTOLERANCE

I wished my cars climbed trees,
to heights rarely traveled--
To love all members of life
I must completely surrender,
no longer an expectation
in return.
Why is there so little love
in this marvelous Tree of Life?
Politics with deep roots,
all with different vices.
Consumer love won't suffice,
nor ego proving their cars
are bigger and better.
There is no resistance
at tree tops,
no confusion of stop and no
in an imposed web of entrapment...
Life offers little breaks,
for beauty's sake we see
silver linings, giving without pining--
or else we fall from a branch
crushing so many on the way down,
breaking anything different
plunging through broken windshields,
twisted mangled masks,
snarled and dying. Inside.