The bigot strikes the heart with words of stone,
lashing at fantasy cracks in one’s soul.
His words careen, tumble and tear through bone.
He hopes others will help them speed their roll.
A boulder roles loudly, clumsy and slow,
and friction does chip and crumble its base.
Observers act and help absorb the blow.
And granite eyes define the bigot’s face.
Alas, the danger lies in kindly heart.
Microbial dust defiles honest breath.
Unbeknown, the dust stays below at start.
Once dust can cling, it strangles men to death.
Do not fear one man’s hate and bigotry,
he has compiled from society.
therichardbraxton 