The original blog was replaced with a simple poem.
Here's why:
Previously, in the original blog, I expressed my disappointment while urging others to choose compassion in lieu of criticism.
I choose to be a helper—service to others.
It comes in many forms. For instance, I share food recalls on several platforms. Unfortunately, people respond via harsh criticism about the food item(s) recalled and the people who would eat such things.
Sharing this information is not about that. It's not about looking down on others who don't have the resources to eat incredibly high-priced, high-end food. It's about preventing someone (anyone) from falling ill or, worse, from eating tainted food. Why? Because I champion those thrust into the world to play a game with a deck stacked against them, it takes guts, and there certainly is no glory.
~MjP
Granite Garden
They chose to forget,
Sweeping your filth away
Like dirt
With their splintered broom
From crumbling steps
Of the Poor Farm,
Where mud-caked shoes
Matched tattered souls.
Pathetic insignificant scraps of humanity
Returned to earth
Planted in a granite garden
In straight rows
Fertilized with sweat
Harvesting shame
© Maryjane Pettengill