Sharp Tongued or shall we pretend?

Bridgeing age old cultural differences, my stomach through the millenniums of time still growls.

All I have learned all I have surveyed all I have ever known.

                                                               This:

A biting tongue is like  some form of a political or spiritual indemnity.

Then finding nothing more then a sabatoge to ones own heart.

As well as an unkindness to ones self, and those near and dear, who fall prey.

One is ones own politician to bridge gaps or spread further chasm’s.

We all fall susceptible to the taking of the bait from another.

Dancing a jig then consuming in joy and of ones own deciding.

An arsenic laced though delightful looking fruit plate, given to us by non other then the others soul.

After eating of the poisoned fruit plate one chokes on the acid traveling up the throat and back down the windpipe

and into the lungs Burning. while puking over the gunnel.

The ship captain’s voice barks out the order to alter course take a new tack as if this will soothe the burn with cool water.

To late no one is there to listen now.

Rephrase at once you diplomats, politians,  leaders. Mend fences, undo unkindness, bridge gaps, close chasms,

Calling upon the human heart.

All I ask of you is this. Who and What is affecting our mutual thinking?   John G.