A Rhyming Place Poem by Janice M Pickett

I’ve been thinking about a rhyming place I know
Where talent and poetry should flourish
But with sadness from the words that show
Most talent of this kind is not encouraged

For rage and pathetic rudeness
Have become the way of sharing
Out the window has gone words of kindness
No hearts that brim with caring.

No-one knows his fellow man
But each should dig deep inside
to try and be the type of person
who lives outside of pride.

What do they gain from fighting
What does it really do
But turn each one into an enemy
And limit the friends they knew.

I want to say to those sensitive souls
The ones who have joined the fight
Stand back for a moment and
See the futility of it all
Then withdraw
so you can sleep at night.