Insistence for vain ridicule just to feel as if
Someone’s attention is caught.

You treat it a like a snare and break the silly-rabbit’s ankle with noose
And expect the hairpin trigger not to slash in shrapnel gash.

Even the experienced, talented, formulated, pioneers that seem to
Walk the ways of the cruel
Would look down at you with scope-in-sight.

Only to save the bunny and bring it back home to its family.
Its turtle friend came and found us walking backwards..
Retracing every step until it’s friend of seasons
Was left gleaming

To know,
Even if my friend wasn’t there the exact moment the cruel tyranny of bully
Had evocated pain upon insight to a humble and innocent life.
That cruelty didn’t cause the bunny to utter in shame
And praise new ways or violent-sways
Towards a new tide of eradication.
It simply doesn’t work that way.

The World is pretty Small when you take out the borderlines.