Like unicorns brandishing horns
Climbing to the top of mountains
Bugling their vision unhearing
Other sight having equal merit
What pressures felt to be right
Rooted in earth bound so tight?
Telescopic points of dissuasion
Difficult to budge if bargaining
Goat head-butting forcing truths
Demanding respect’s adherence
Knocking others off their paths
Chiding them for not following
I wonder if they had been raised
With more gentility of generosity
Perhaps they wouldn’t need to worry
About being so righteous in their glory
And my love for them wouldn’t be wasting
Upon sharp stones where it was trampled
Note that I too can
Brandish my horn
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(Revised from original unposted writing in April)
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