It all started with a word.
A different word,
A word untouched.
But they did not want to hear it.
The word was young,
Is young.
And it does not come easily
When rules are set
And people are scared.
They are forced to fear, to hate,
To punish that word
Which goes unspoken.
But it screams its name silently
Through the people,
Through the world
As a thought.
As winter to spring,
And spring to fall.
Until they forget.
Forget that it’s there.
And it lies, asleep,
Until it vanishes.
Or someone digs it up again.
Available in The Other Side of the Story.
A different word,
A word untouched.
But they did not want to hear it.
The word was young,
Is young.
And it does not come easily
When rules are set
And people are scared.
They are forced to fear, to hate,
To punish that word
Which goes unspoken.
But it screams its name silently
Through the people,
Through the world
As a thought.
As winter to spring,
And spring to fall.
Until they forget.
Forget that it’s there.
And it lies, asleep,
Until it vanishes.
Or someone digs it up again.
Available in The Other Side of the Story.