Saturday, November 5, 2011

To rage against
fist clenched
and eyes--
is to be blind
to the effect
of the rage
on ourselves.
If you run away
from hypocrisy
and cruelty
or run towards them
brandishing the sword
of hatred
you will only breed
that which you so abhor.
and let go
knowing that
deep down
you are no better;
no worse
than any.
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson