All of us have ultimate goals in life

For some it's just to find a good wife

And for others it's money and power

Which they like to amass by the hour



But there are many quite simple souls

Who may be separated from the pool

Who go about life without this role

For they see things as evolving whole



And only wish to get a message out

Which stirs minds but does not shout

So to this end they pour out hearts

And make themselves thus a new start



Then others do come and harass

For their goal is to embarrass

Making things so uncomfortable

These souls are no longer able



For the harassers have stolen

Parts of them which are all in

And so the good art which was

Then becomes shown as trash 



If you should see this happen

Talk to those who strap them

Make them see all the damage

And ask them why such carnage



Do they have nothing better

Than to undermine other setters

Of good thought and tight verse

Just because they have heard



One or two words of negativity

And so make it their proclivity

To harass from dusk until dawn

To make another feel forlorn?



- Tristram