• Tricia D. Wagner

Nights on Spice Island #1.16

Updated: Sep 12


They think themselves brave

who aim to die on each hill.

Persecution is noble,

one thinks,

in the private armory of a small mind

before the bull charges

to gore the voiceless.

Opinions can feel strong as steel.

Words can be sharp, same as spear tips.

But wielding them

from the barracks of popular thought,

find in their hands paper daggers.

Show me a soldier, discerning, who hears -

one who knows how to reach for the plow.

That one is brave.

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