Through your snickers and sarcastic smiles

Through all the skeptics -Their fiercest howls

I’m warning you

That your seeds of unkindness planted with the porcupine hue

Will grow into thorns and thistles as such seeds do

While you are away on your journey around the world

With your unconcerned whistles and twirls

I’m warning you

That the earth is round

And as you travel from town to town

To get back to the other side

All the kindness that you once mistreated will have died

And grown up in its place

Will be thorns and thistles which you can trace

Back to your indifference to the seeds you planted in your haste

And when you travel this way again

It will come at the cost of your sweat, blood, and skin