A rusty old tool
Dull and aim loose
Sits in the weeds
Hurting some past their boots
These wounds are not accurate
The damage is raw
Healing is painful and
Slow to form o'er
It waits in the weeds
Hurting workers who toil
And it will continue
Until removed from the soil
The tool is obsessed with
Nostalgia and old times
It negates the new
It negates its own crimes
If you know and have hurt from
Some such old tool
Simply stay far away from it
To ponder's for fools.
-Kelly Voelker
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