I broke a pencil the other day,
It hit the paper hard.
It seems I had a thought to mind,
That we must be on guard.
I guess it started as a rant,
And seemed to grow from there.
Never one to hold my thoughts,
I also need to share.
Fear and hatred all about,
A culture of despair.
Is this the way we want to live?
Or must we now beware?
The pencil hit the point with rage,
My fury was too strong.
And the moment I had done it,
I knew that I was wrong.
Shame was all I really felt
There was another way.
Hate cannot be met with hate,
It’s love we must convey.
This is the time to heal our wounds.
A time when we should bond.
All it takes is willingness,
And we could move beyond.
I know that we can make amends,
And all can live as one.
Beam a smile at a stranger,
And lo, you have begun.