Window Washers

What is up and going on over there?
Now what are they protesting about?

'As if enough crazy stuff,
People can not find...
To occupy,
Their limited unconscious unaware minds.
They have gathered together,
To protest against the skin color...
Of the window washers!'

Be serious.

'I am doing my best not to be.
My focus is on,
The other side of that window.
And how it is diverse and ethnically,
Dressed to appear.
To give the impression,
Those who own businesses around here...
Are at least making attempts,
Done to realize...
Their business to conduct,
Will not survive...
Without soliciting,
The diversified reflection...
Of the people who actually live here.
Now.
In these days and times.
Beyond the dressing of that...
Or any,
Business to conduct it window.
And should be,
More of a concern of those...
Who actually live here.
With a patronizing to pay for,
Their immediate needs.'

So...
The ones protesting,
The skin color of the window washers?
Who are they?
And where do they come from?
People like that,
Should be required to produce...
Their clinical credentials to prove,
Up to date visits with their psychiatrists!

'They are either stockholders,
Or investors who could care less...
What's going on inside,
Of any business conducted around here.
Or how their money is being made.
As long as an image they want portrayed,
Maintains to keep...
What that image envisioned,
In their deluded fictioned minds...
Should be.'


How much more ridiculous,
Can the minds of thoughtless people get?

'Oh...
You threw that fish line,
Close to the shore.
Knowing I'd nibble on it quick.'

I...well...

'Hey...
It wasn't as if,
I had not craved to be baited.
Anyway,
From my observation.
When these businesses close.
With windows boarded up.
And people around here,
Find other places to go to shop.
Something tells me,
Dimming lights...
In expensive and manicured houses,
Will flicker until a flame whimpers out.'

With then a maybe to come along,
Cleaning cobwebs from a musty attic.
To then just maybe,
That effect will begin to connect...
To their protesting,
Against diversity to deliver with clarity...
A message missed,
With it wished understood...
The mind lowered upturned noses,
With the smelling of leftover coffee.

'That time may be long in coming.
Although,
You may have a point.
But I do know from my own experiences,
That not one image or belief I had...
Kept me fed.
Until I began to recognize,
Where beans came from to put in a can.
And who supplied my capability,
To pay my rent, utilities.
With snacks to feed,
What I took for granted grew from trees.'

It was the small things,
I missed most to notice first!
And guess what?

'What?'

At no time of mine did I waste,
Concerning myself...
As to whose hands planted the beans.
Or harvested the vegetables.
On my clean yet empty plates.
And not a tree dropped upon me,
A single dollar.


'Huh?'

And check this out...
Nor did I care whose ancestors,
Were or were not...
Of an ethnic heritage different from mine.
Or who cleaned my windows,
From the inside out.
To get that done.
For the purpose to allow my nose,
Pressed up close.
Where it didn't belong.

'I...huh?'

But today...
People are wondering,
Why the quality of their lives...
Fading away,
Has got to be the purpose...
Of those ethnic and colored,
Pretending to be diverse...
And skilled.
In all fields they endeavor.
And that is why...
Others are deciding to destroy,
Common sense, competent thought...
With intelligence to use,
As a means to prove...
Who has a better social etiquette.

'A what?'

You know...
A charaded in full masquerade pretense!
That is what all this racist division,
Is all about.
And who better deludes,
A fictioned reality.

'No.
It has to be more complicated than that!'

If it was,
Few would have graduated from colleges.
Declaring to have earned degrees.
With resumes to even make God envious.
The minds of folks these days,
Are far from being that advanced.
They are skin color transfixed.
And that's it!
The rest of their existence,
Makes for good movie and TV production.