Editor: Someone is angry and lashes out
They pick up a stone to cast
Of their purpose, there is little doubt
They hope that the hurt will last.
If we suffer that hit and say nought
They pick more stones from the ground
So happy with the response they sought
They throw many, hit and pound.
If we decide to do 鈥渢it for tat鈥�
And repay them for what they鈥檝e done
We will be hurling many stones back
Till someone thinks they have won.
We may need to assertively stand
And to make our viewpoints clear
Hopefully, we will once again band
And value all that is dear.
Cora Goodyear,
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