Kindness Cultivates Kindness

I came here to write a poem about people who think it's dangerous to be kind. 

But I have a problem as I type. If I straighten my fingers to hit a key, especially my pinkies, I'm not able to bend them back on their own. I have to use my other hand to bend my fingers again. I have to keep my fingers very curled over the keyboard to type. I feel cold and stiff. I should probably go take a hot shower. 

I'm back. I'll try this again. Stream of consciousness. No editing. 

Near Devil's Tower, WY

Kind people cultivate kind people

Cruel people craft the blueprints to make more cruel people

Jealous people don't trust kind people

and innocent people are claimed by cruel people.

The jealous will inherit the earth
They push away those who could tear down their defenses

They fight against everyone else on their paths to success

Not a single soul can slow them down

They conquer the mountains, claim the lands, rule the seas

No one can be near them to advise them

They are married to their defenses

Expecting love from all without giving any in return

But they will die in a coffin of their own making

No one could approach them

Not even a child could break through to them

And the earth will be free from their reign 

Ready for the next jealous person to conquer again. 

Not a thing will change, and none of the jealous will be remembered.

The innocent will rise to every occasion

They do what is needed to make the world spin around

Consuming kindness and cruelty both

Holding the hands of them all to lift them to their feet

Always believing in their work to keep the world in motion

Trusting in the balance of creation

Willing to die for keeping and spreading peace to all who will listen. 

But it's the cruel people who believe they are the kind people

Weeding out those who don't serve the mission

Training the hand of those who don't know better

Always thinking their ideals of dominance are the best for all

So lost in their perspective they can't use their vision

Afraid because they know no other way

And yet despite this war

it's the kind people who find justice

They take the blows and carry the burdens

Enduring the lies

suffering the cruelty

Kind people always find hope

They build their utopia for all who want it

where all will be forgiven if they too learn to be kind

The jealous can't understand the trust required to be kind

The innocent prefer to be ruled rather than grow into kind people

The cruel fear what they cannot control and organize

and in the end

only the kind people fulfil the mission of what it means to be human.