Salty Wounds


I offend you, do I?

I thought I should be me.

My words were never meant to hurt,

I’m told my speech is free.


Tell me friend, what aggrieves you?

The threat of contradiction?

The darkness stirring in your soul,

Is of your own conviction.


We coalesce as a species,

Not on our belief.

If our intent lacks middle ground,

Our presence will be brief.


Take old wounds, heal them,

For not all pour salt.

Quash thy bitterness from thy soul,

Make this hatred halt.


Perspective is the demon here,

Our vision has no lies.

But exploring from another angle,

Is where we will grow wise.


By Redbud Patriot

Author: Redbud Patriot