I wish I had it in me
to pity the
hateful people
who’ve brought us to this precipice.
Taught only to be
afraid and angry,
the rage is all they’ve got.
I wish I were strong enough to
give them grace.
But I’m not.
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A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Well said. A life of rage … must be a sad existence. But it’s their choice. Even sadder!
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So, so sad!
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“Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.” I am not a religious man. I never go to church or believe in religion but them ten words seem to get me through the dumb-assary of people.
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Same! (Though these days, it’s really hard to keep those words in mind.)
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nice poem btw 🙂
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Thank you!
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Economically written-and so strong!
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Thank you! I had started out writing something longer, and this is where it ended up. I love it when that happens.
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It’s great isn’t it? 😊
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❤️❤️❤️
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Love your honesty. And I hear ya!
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Thank you!
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