As a Child, Oft was I Wrong

As a child, oft was I wrong.
Kindhearted, filled with liquor
Of love and joy, I would speak
The things I felt were true.

Soon, tremendous attacks
Would aim their darts at me
And I would defend my halfwise
Positions. Yet, through right,
My peers were unkind in their
Rebukes of my ignorance.

Today I am just like them.
I rebuke my family, friends
With the curse of knowledge.
I ought to keep my mouth shut.

As, kindness is more right
Than the factoids of truth.
So a man thinks his folksy wisdom---
If it is his, it is his. Hers, it is hers.

Need I contradict the truth
Of another? For kindness' sake
I shan't. Unless that truth is sin.

However, I see in a man the rogue
Confusion of modernity...
The Congress passed a law
Forbidding lynching.
The Congress also passed a law
Distributing "Safe Pipes"
And "Safe Needles" To the poor.
They are not really giving out 
Crack pipes, they are just 
Distributing safer pipes
To smoke crack in.
Both these innocuous truths
Are true---each an elixir
For a certain man's ideology.
Each fuel for a culture war.

Shan't I sustain in the middle?
Shan't I simply see the enflamed
Tongues, and know that each
Of these men live within their vacuum?
Why need I add to it?
Both men are sufficiently convinced
By their truth. So convinced
That I, knowing the truth,
Need simply write it in poesy
And hope one day another
Will read it and understand the problem.
Everyone is filled to the brim with facts
Aimed at tearing down their opposition.

The truth is, it is unkind to correct someone
For their every faulty belief.
I should be focused on Christ and Christ alone. 
And beliefs are stronger than opinions---
Yet, everyone has conflated the two
For every opinion these days
Is as strong as a belief.
Therefore, there is no peace.