He has no spleen.
He has no fight.
A childhood chant,
If I remember that right.
Switchblades once ruled
where guns now alight.
Bullies without spleens,
those I remember alright.
Social media makes bullies
to our left and our right.
Social media fakes spleens
for those scared of others’ might.
We could make our peace
and not need a spleen.
We could face our fears
and let others draw near.
We could dance and sing
through winter and spring,
through summer and fall.
We need not fight at all.
We could simply share
all that we know and love,
all that we have to spare.
This is my chanted prayer.
Spineless, spleenless bullies
may take over the stage
and every airwave
with shouted outrage.
Turn them off. Tune them out.
Life is too short to listen to their shouts.
Life is too precious to waste and spin
into useless promises to win.
To win what? I ask of life.
What is worth such strife?
Much better friendship is sought
whether I like you or not.
Just turn up the music and dance.
Give life’s joys a chance.
Feed the hungry, house the poor
that we may all dance forevermore.
Seek connection with fearless affection.
Dance. Just Dance.
Now,
dance some more.
annarino writes 