What Happened Here

Scolded by ignorance
Praised by defeat
Interceded with injustice
Practiced in defeat

Nurtured with indifference
Fed by heathen bread
Sleep in huddled chambers
Speak in sobered stead

Cleaver is the moment
Divisive is the time
Abrasive the decisions
Reluctant is the pride

Basic is the nature
Reason is the gain
Truth claims all is sacred
Blame will have no fame

Sit with God a moment
Pleasing will feed itself
Want will take no future
Secrets may find no shelf

Angel on a feather
Gain on every cost
Repeal an angry moment
Scald the silent frost

Knowledge uncommon nuance
Ignorance a bitter toll
Praise will go unanswered
Love will say no more

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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