State of Sour

do not thrive on hate
even if lips let escape

the seldom expletive
is no cause for alarm

say what you will,
but reap what you say

our disputatious era
is still bereft of humanity

shall we ever be fully correct
caught up in minor moments
caught up in malediction

give neighbors a chance
to stir in the ingredients
of kindness and veneration


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Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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