A poem of resolve.

I feel the urge to sidestep the hatred lane on life’s road
It’s already clogged don’t you know?
Another spleen vented is a brick of hatred cemented
Fermented by falsehoods that tower rises higher and higher
We must aspire to simple acts, truth, kindness
And show the fortitude to do more than endure, to ensure
The tower falls for want of attention.
That is my intention, my hope and perhaps my desire, my entire being
Holds my vision forward to the light.

Chris 2025