Dec 2020
16 axes sit along
A wall of stone and red
15 all had wooden handles,
But one had black instead
15 cut down wooden trees,
The other made wounds that bled
If only we could give respect,
We'd get to keep our heads.
A wall of stone and red
15 all had wooden handles,
But one had black instead
15 cut down wooden trees,
The other made wounds that bled
If only we could give respect,
We'd get to keep our heads.
This poem refers to the lack of civil discourse in our country and our lives. Politics, media, online interactions, and so many other forms of communications are slathered in anger and a failure to understand another person from their perspective. But as the old saying goes, "Work as a team or die as an individual." I hope we all learn to communicate with a little more respect and kindness before there isn't a 'we' anymore.
