Implosion

To be immune from aspersions mean and vile May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile But to really uphold the Golden Rule We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet In an upside-down world Where self-victimization is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere May not yet get it, and still not self-aware Now some may think that healing is Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining others near them to do the same, their end game Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve In a mindset where glory they deserve Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact It only makes you a stronger hellcat One that hasn’t let go of the baggage Is in an upside-down world of their own On their own and may think they’re OK Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay In a world where “making it better” ails, and means Undoing what has taken lives in time in details Only bequests, and is deeded A new form of healing is much needed Healing is embracing the newest challenges There are bigger issues, bigger things Then just you, heed the warnings It begins within “Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates