When anonymous we write
We never need to feel contrite.
We can poke and jab and jeer
Without remorse and without fear.
We can pick on anyone
And need not say it was in fun.
We can wreck anotherās life
Without a thought of our own strife.
Yes, our barbs can hurt and sting
Yet there will be no reckoning.
But ought we to think of one another
As our sister, as our brother.
For kind words are quite th...
