Marooned on Night Waters #1.16
Updated: Nov 16
They think themselves brave
who aim to die on each hill.
Persecution is noble,
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,
they 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.