Sonnet #112

People have lost their willingness to teach;
It is much simpler to rip someone to shreds.
Someone has to be willing to beseech
The masses to make way for cooler heads.

How can any one soul withstand the weight
Of an entire mad mob on their back?
Spewing messages of anger and hate,
Far too fervent in their zeal to attack.

A kinder voice and a gentler hand
Is much more likely to change someone’s mind
Than digging one’s own heels into the sand
And responding with heated screams in kind.

The delicate art of conversation
Seems to have departed our fair nation.

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