Caught in the undertow of thoughts,
That have swept me off my feet.
Yet while wallowing on my back,
A few thoughts did occur to me.
A few, I have ot admit, are lost.
Seems by intimidation they
Fell by the wayside of life,
But will be resurrected soon.
Suppression of thought
Weakens the fabric.
Allowing it to become torn
And later manipulated.
O let the purveyors of hate
Say what they want, without excuse.
Eventually the wise see the folly
In time and come on strong against it.
Love ya!
Jane