Love & Tolerance · 7:07am Apr 20th, 2013
Do we tolerate and love our neighbor...
And all the times we all once savored?
Or shall we push, with force, the razor...
That is the clever joke.
As all our patience does weakly taper,
And our abrasions, jibes; poison vapor...
If only our tongues were made of paper...
We'd think before we spoke.
Treading past familiar strangers...
Trading words so cruel in nature...
Our own dreams; we are the maker...
This much I could've sworn.
We are all our own conveyor...
In this place, our words are shared.
What they deem to've slowly died...
Hasn't, yet, the chance to be born.