My parents, early, said to me
If first you're angry, let it be.
If bitter words dwell in your heart,
Then give them time, ere they depart.
Whatever you have got to say,
It could not hurt to wait a day,
and if still tomorrow they ring true,
then speak them and face what ensues.
And sometimes I would let it fly,
and face the consequence thereby,
But like as not I'd let them lay,
never to see the light of day.
I'd tuck them away in some old drawer,
the dusty remnant of past wars.
The ammunition left unspent,
angry letters left unsent.
When every word is on display,
then every sentence is a game.
And words we'd never say out loud,
are now employed to please a crowd.
Respect and empathy are lost,
in self promotion at all cost
As we retreat into our screens,
our words become sharp and obscene.
It's less about what one might say,
than how the author is portrayed.
Perhaps I'm wrong, or just naive;
but social discourse is in need.
To look at someone in the eye,
watch them react to your reply.
Find common ground or disagree,
but maintain some civility;
because you know that now or then;
you're gonna see this face again.
So maybe in your next exchange,
you might consider some restraint.
And turn and walk away instead,
leaving your bitter words unsaid.
Tuck them away in some old drawer,
the dusty remnants of past wars.
A pantheon of past laments;
Angry letters, left unsent.
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