For the Headstrong and Wrong
You cover me with a cluster of absurd words
that stir and plunder like tornado dust
on an adamant mission of one-eyed destruction.
Even through the pile of vile gust, I must
respect your inherent right to be wrong.
You vomit a comet of obstinate lies,
criticizing all that is wise and good,
all that stood in your raging, profane way.
All the might of right won't fix your folly,
only antagonize, like a flying dart,
an unrepentant, prideful heart.
Fencing replies aside, defenses shoved away,
with a quieted spirit, in merciful song,
for the headstrong and wrong, I pray.
5-20-2022
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2022
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