My Intolerance Poem by Richard St. Clair

Long ago we talked about the weather,
Not a single mention of our feelings,
Just a digest of our diverse dealings;
Now the time is past, to return, never.
As I'm woke, I see life quite differently:
I now muse freely anent life's wide complexity
And all emotions, regardless of their density;
I honor thoughtful viewpoints reverently.
The only things I strongly protest are
Fanatical attachments to a creed
Resulting in harm of blame and rife misdeed
That leads to unremitting strife or war.
Of all the things I feel, with no abating,
Is passionate rejection of all hating.