As wind cannot be unblown,
And wheat cannot be unsown;
Once the missile has been thrown,
You cannot call back a stone.
Noting only latest trends,
Hearing only his close friends,
Never questioning their ends;
Acts before he comprehends.
Although not the first to stoop,
He cast lot within the group,
And lost himself in the soup;
A loss he could not recoup.
Never wise, and not a sleuth,
Thoughtless, brazen, and uncouth:
The actions of extreme youth,
Without learning the whole truth.
He caused harm with what he threw;
Action he will always rue.
Though he knows the story true,
What he’s done, he can’t undo...
As wind cannot be unblown,
And wheat cannot be unsown;
Once the missile has been thrown,
You cannot call back a stone.
Mick McKellar
September 2014
The Internet and worldwide networked media make it easy to cast stones, and it seems everyone’s house is made of glass. “He” could be a “she” or a “they.” It could easily be you or me, jumping to conclusions with a pocket full of rocks.
Mick
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