Does it bother you to see me proud
Of an accomplished day?
Does that inner devil in you
Rise out of my smile going away?

If you think it brings me down
To snicker words behind my ears
You’re not being practical for
I have many greater fears

Yet I do agree that the poem
‘Sticks and Stones’ is not all right
For it’s words that get thrown back
And forth and start many a fight

For those our age, peace is only a dream
And it sounds depressing to speak of
But it could exist if we learn that the foundation
Of all is sincere and communal love

When we make this realization, I fear
It may be far too late
Judging on how we all act today,
I just see souls clouded only with hate

But as long as youth has its resilience
There is always that shard of joy
And this piece is usually all it takes
For renewal and change to deploy