Spice Makes The Taste

If told to sell it well and sold,
Most will accept and buy...
Anything without it,
Verified to justify...
A buying to satisfy,
What they approve...
Before it identified as a must to have.

Then most will follow along with others,
To defend and protect...
That which for them remains unseen.
Yet reluctant to question,
What it is they bought.
And to them what the doing means.
With a sniffing to then nibble on it.

Then discover themselves protesting,
In group chants with the ones...
Vehemently shouting with voices loud.
About how disgusting,
Those who insist others who follow along...
Have not only been duped.
Hoodwinked and tricked.
By those experienced in the doing of it.

Although...
Even with the evidence and proof revealed.
Still...
A protesting continues on.
Escalating to prolong,
The ones claiming...
To have been entitled to fight the right,
Of what they know is wrong.
But regardless of the proof and evidence,
Produced.
The truth as is to be revealed.
Is refused to accept.
Until their lives to delude and fiction,
Becomes a priority to protect.
Under laws they interpret,
To have been told and made convinced...
Are being reinvented to include,
The reality and truth.
If they knew and had lived exposed to it,
Had never been changed...
From its documentation.

'Look...
Whatever this is you are talking about,
Has nothing to do with us sniffing to nibble.
We are not fish with wishes to be baited.
Nor are are we protesting against,
What has been documented.
We are protesting against,
Who amongst us...
Has the right to interpret,
How this effects...
Our lives these days to delude them lived!'

'Delude.
What a seductive and enchanting word.
And...
With such committed seriousness.
Openly to admit.'

'That's right.
Our rights to stay,
Materialistic capitalists.
With a want to wish,
Our selfish patriotic ways protected.
Seems nowhere defended to protect by law.'

'Stop.
Your innocence is bringing me to tears.
Well...
Uh,
Some myths to understand...
Can be misunderstood.
Yet kept to comprehend,
What does not exist to believe.
And other myths to fiction them,
Are intended to market...
A delusion to entertain,
Possibilities to imagine.'

'What sense does that make?'

'Think about it this way,
If you were not given the right...
To feel entitled to live your life as you like.
Deluded.
As you admit to say.
Knowing to believe,
Variety is the spice of life.
Depending upon your ethnicity.'

'Huh?'

'How tasteless would the flavor,
Of your life to live it be?
Remember...
You have the right to sample,
Which spice makes the taste of your life...
Each day,
Worthy of the flavor you alone choose.'

'None of this makes absolutely no sense.'

'Tell me about it!
I have observe the very same people,
Protesting against ethnic diversity.
And find myself standing behind them,
In a long line.
Awaiting to hear them order,
Chinese, Mexican, delicious Spanish food.
Then complain about how long it takes,
To cook for them...
What has the taste of being homemade.'

'That makes no sense at all.'

'And we all live here.
Claiming to blame,
Who is destroying a way of life.
They reluctantly admit publicly is enjoyed.
But can not themselves alone,
Recreate the flavor...
Of what they take for granted!'