*POEM: Violent Leaders and Me
- Ross Boone
- Feb 4, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: May 28, 2025
Jackhammers are pounding at some nations' foundations
The dust of morals being trampled under foot
With workers who scramble from fear of retribution
Beams to be placed with a new plumb-line-whip.
But there is a pickaxe raised also in my own house
A man's boots of hubris tread through my wife's garden.
He saws with rusted words to clear space for his new walls.
Building a fortress for myself in place of our warm marriage home.
The hammers of violence that I blame for destruction of our world
Even now drive the wedges into my own promises.
Though I blame men formed by years of sooty machine motivation
Will I even re-form my axes into shovels to irrigate our own garden?
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