Poetry may hide under rocks, too.
Poems litter the path with words
often unattached
to any reality,
and blocking the way
to progress.
But, poetry exposed to the sun,
and shared with everyone,
opens up paths of discovery.
Poems can be used as tools
to bring back home
fearful fools
who climbed too high,
led astray by fraudsters
who use their fear
to build a gate,
and create hate
to block the way
to unity and community.
Our village awaits
the return of those who thus roam.
Let poetry guide you home.
Leave hate behind.
Make easier your climb,
unfettered by false letters
in tweets and squeaks
by cowards, hour upon hour.
Such false facts weigh you down
more than personal adversity.
Community will share the load,
no matter how hard your road.
Love, not hate, always finds its way.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.
Today.
annarino writes 