Such a cliche

... Men in starched shirts, pressed slacks, thick black case by their feet as they stand before the airport gate, phone device in their ear as they talk, as if to the air, about marketing and ops getting it together, about calling an all-hands meeting, getting production to come up to speed.

I've heard the conversations. Different face, different place, but same ole words.

Such a cliche...

Women in their power suits and power voices arranging last minute details before they board the plane, pulling out their lap tops as soon as electronic devices are allowed.

Such a cliche...

Political candidates in suits with rolling voices, their wives in Jackie-O dresses and suits. The same old rhetoric of change that stirs the emotions but means nothing. Change what?

Such a cliche...

The zealous despising wisdom. The wise snubbing zeal. The young roaring forward on emotion, not really thinking, but believing they are wise. The old hoarding their wisdom and forgetting what it's like to want to change the world.

Such a cliche...

"It's the media." What media? You mean the unobjective political machines hiding behind freedom of the press?

Not a cliche...

God is alive, real, active. God is love.