We mince the words

Our thoughts provoke

Choke them back

Or make a joke

Ouchbags with antennae set

Always ready to be upset

Ever anxious not to offend

From one foot to another

And around the bend.

 

But tarry a while, let’s have a think

Before in frustration we weary and sink.

Truly we spend most of our time

Feeling offended by the rest of our kind

At the deeds and misdeeds of our fellow men

While defending the idea of ourselves before them

Think on..

 

Most of our energy is squandered this way,

A grievous burden unnoticed

Joined deep in the fray

Leaving no time or inclination

To examine our plight

And to park our conscience

To what’s wrong

And what’s right.