Sticks and stones may break one’s bones,
But words most certainly hurt.
Bones do heal as time has shown,
While words eternal pain can exert.
Some will use age as a valid excuse
For exhibition of poor behavior.
Even if you were some eccentric recluse,
This still wouldn’t serve as your savior.
All the money in this world does not buy you the right
To treat others as something less human.
On judgement day you will see the shortness of sight,
And your legacy will be seeking absolution.
Your racism only serves to sever the bonds
You should have with your sisters and brothers.
Claiming foul play when they choose to respond,
Treating them not as friends, but as others.
Bury your head in the proverbial sand,
Denying your views are archaic.
You won’t get away with the slap of a hand,
For in hate and prejudice you partake.
You’d think that these words would have long ago past
Into the annals of far ancient history.
Yet time and again they rear their ugly heads,
Why to me remains an elusive mystery.
Let bygone-be-bygones aren’t we one and the same,
Dealing with the hand we’ve been given.
Helping one another is the name of the game,
To live in love in this life that we’re living.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Greatly written en such true words Dom!
Lots of love ❤
Thank you so much Patty, hugs my friend. 🙂
I wholeheartedly agree with the message you convey. Hating is a waste of energy and turns in on itself.
You are right hate just breeds more hate. Thank you my friend.
Awesome poem based on the sticks and stones verse – lovely words so full of truth:).
Thank you Kimberly, I think the “words can never hurt” part is a farce, the hurt from words can last long after broken bones have healed.
So true… Love it…
Thank you so much. 🙂