Pity's sword of steel, making God of one that does it wield
Deadlier than revenge's poisoned arrow fate or ax of hate
Sympathy's cutting edge annealed, opening a little man's shield
Condescending, sheering weight, lays all victims at justice's gate
Forged of compassion's ore, mined on empathy's shore
Patience tempered heat, quenched complete in cold minutes timed
On sincerity's stone does grind, honed sharp, realigned, no one can ignore
This a weapon of the mind refined
Treating the enemy as one below, disarming the hardest blow
Now shrunken the largest foe, disemboweled their ego
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How so very true! And no less in a poem too🙏🏻🕊
Thanks so much Cryptic appreciate the read and comment. Indeed I know I think many of mine have received that sentence in the past.
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