The Open Door Poem by Rolland Heiss

Abuse came in through the open door
We invited him in and lent him the floor
He made himself comfortable and started to grin
Yeah I remember the day when Abuse came in

He sat in the corner grumblin'
As filth from his mouth came a tumblin'
But we wrote it all off as the way that he was
Despite all the hurtful things that he does

Tolerance sat on the other side
Chose not to contend or even deride
This man called Abuse who roared in his ear
Some called it control and some called it fear

Contention rose up and challenged Abuse
Tolerance thought to himself 'What's the use'
But they locked their horns, Abuse and Contention
And much that was spoken ain't worthy of mention

Restraint stepped right in, tried to make peace
But by then no one seemed to care in the least
Punches were flyin' and Tolerance fled
Some were left bleeding and some were left dead

The fight made it's way out into the lawn
It spread through the country and all points beyond
Until many were flying the flag we unfurled
They hoisted it up all over the world

Peace stood there crying high on a hill
And Harmony lost nearly all of her will
For they couldn't mount any kind of defense
Against such a loss of good common sense

I lament the day he walked through the door
When we invited him in and lent him the floor
He made himself comfortable and started to grin
Yeah, I remember the day when Abuse came in...

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