My niece Nicole has a gentle soul,

a calmed soul has she.

Once, she made me a salad

as sweet as a ballad—

as a ballad of a calmed sea.

~

An activist for the left

who suffers peace, bereft,

peace from a nation of war.

She hones her penned-fightings,

confiding me with the writings,

that her writings be twofold forged.

~

With her compatriots, I disagree

most wholeheartedly—

wholeheartedly, freedom by nature they reject.

Regardless, I’m still free to edge a sword

by which one day I may be gored,

gored by those she’d elect.

~

My niece Nicole has a gentle soul,

a calmed soul has she.

Once, she made me a salad

as sweet as a ballad—

as a ballad of a calmed sea.

~

by S.A. Bort / 28 July 2013

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