Middle Ground?

It is said

That nature abhors a vacuum.

A more accurate statement:

"Nature abhors the different."

 

Observe:

 

Nature is substance.

Vacuum is nothing.

The creatures that today live 

Live on in conformity

To their mother's demands.

The harsh mother

Who kills those unable

To overcome her ultimate challenge.

 

Nature abhors the different.

Humanity abhors the different.

It is, after all, only natural:

Like parent, like child.

 

We have gotten better.

Yes, we have gotten better.

We have walked the long road of cultivation,

A varied and treacherous road indeed.

But we have yet to reach its end.

 

Observe:

 

Humans abhor the in-between;

The moderate, the abstaining,

Those of us who dwell in greyness,

For in our new world 

This is indeed the new different.

 

Clear sides

That polemicize and criticize

Have become the norm

In humanity's eyes.

The humanity that wages war

On the unconquered land

Caught within the vise.

 

Must I choose

Between my right hand

Or my left?

Can I not employ both

Or neither

As I see fit?

 

Why can my eyes 

Be for women

OR men,

But not AND?

 

What can we do?

Those of us living

In the DCZ?

The De-Clarified Zone?

The residence of ambiguity?

That strange place

Vociferously contested,

It's residents whose existence

Is ignominiously ignored

Or dismissively denied

By our peers.

 

What indeed can we do

But gather together,

Assemble in the fields

Of the Disputed Territories

And as One we SHOUT:

 

"This is who we are:

We are NOT on the fence.

We are NOT indecisive.

We are NOT confused.

We DO have a place in this world.

We WILL be listened to 

And we will NOT be ignored."

 

And if still they try to put 

Their feet on your throat

Display your glorious grey badge

Shove it in their faces

And let them know

That you have a voice

AND YOU WILL NOT BE SHUT UP.