Eggshells (A Poem)
What is happening
To our collective brain?
The left. The right.
They've both gone insane.
The ability to converse intelligently
Is what made us great.
Now a single casual opinion
Seems to make everyone irate.
Has the concept of friendly debate
Outlived its life?
Have we all become so cynical and bitter
All we know is strife?
I don't know if we can ever return to normal,
Or reach a point where everything is always well.
At this point, all I'd settle for
Is not always having to walk on eggshells.
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