The only waste which happens

Is the kind which matters

When people demean and hurt

For they speak with such dirt



As they have no respect for art

Which they see not as any part

Of a greater world of brotherhood

Which does exist, and so should



Be abundant on the streets

As much so as it is indeed

Apparent in Net connections

Which we have with affection



Shared between many who still do

Appreciate good words - even blue

And who will contine to regardless

Of stones thrown with such arduous



Effort on the part of those souls

Who are so lost, they attack moles

Who burrow underneath the surface

And come up with goodness and grace



- Tristram