A Distraction Monologue, Dialogue, kind of Poetry in the Motion of Sadness

Distraction Dialogues can here be the beginning of a hoped for dialogue....
Sometimes it's the only way to start one, and the answers can respect the dialogue but keep it going with a hint of presence or objection, but some kind of accessibility.
It is very hard to think of people listening to everything and only staying suspicious of anything that might imply the need for us to look at ourselves, as perpetrators or as bystanders. Do you know that most Jews of my generation looked at every German and thought or said, "What did you do in the War?", meaning World War II, or the question would be What did your father or your grandfather do or have you paid enough? It's an unfair question since it's not only what they did but what they didn't do, if they stood and observed or fooled themselves into thinking there was no such thing as ecology, as human ecology. Into fooling themselves as we are fooling ourselves that American actions in far away lands don't affect us, better just believe the stongest face of stone and false security...Better believe the one who makes us doubt and fear any signals of non-believing....And better never ponder the evil, the potential evil that lies within us all, and how when it goes untamed, stuffed into the shadows, it will harm us all more than words can say....Distraction as stuffing our difficult parts into the shadows of the basements of our lives and daring to think they won't matter or come back to haunt us....

Distraction Dialogues
The color of love is not vanilla unless, of course, you love vanilla.
Unless someone from above says vanilla is love, and then
We pray...we believe, we hide chocolate up our sleeve

Torture could not be done by Americans ever, never ever.
So elect someone who smiles and speaks with words of style that
Convince you

And do not read the news that might just give you some clues because they give you too much blues and besides
It's just propaganda

Just because we don't see or hear something doesn't mean it's not there.
But if the power says it's so, it's so hard to know, no power to say no
It's too embarrassing.

There is no freedom without responsibility.
I have to not hate the people who rate
the bullies by their bragging, with their minds closed and sagging
It can be so lonely

Unless we know the enemies within us, we won't recognize or be able to fight those outside.
Beware the innocent because their clothing is of sheep, they dare to make no peep about the evil in their sleep
That hides in the daylight

Distraction, at its worst freezes our minds, our intition has blinds
we moan into a zone where questions just postpone
Vanilla

Words used to confuse are using what's left of our minds to consider that one can deal with evil by "defeating it", just like Nike.

Sometimes, I feel like I am dialing 911 and no one is responding.
I study distraction and know the affliction is mine as well.