Burying the Hatchet

Burying The Hatchet ©Ben Burton 4/7/2018 When burying the hatchet, make it deep Thus none who travels by might ever see That designee of senseless, squandered time Wherein the guilt lies not in any crime Save arrogance or stubborness gone wild Which should have been abandoned as a child The path that leads us to maturity Yields tolerance for those who disagree For rancor clouds the hearts and souls of men And festers, making enemies of friends Much better to omit uncommon ground Since harmony exists in huge amounts Still, civil disagreements can be good If hatchets are confined to chopping wood