Killers can Smell fear
Killers can smell fear
I’m not just talking about animals
Or people who kill in the physical
I’m talking about people who kill in the mental as well
People who kill dreams, aspirations, and goals
People who take a life not with a sharp object
But with a blunt object that you and I both like to call words
It’s cruel, that a parent can tell a child they can do it
It’s cruel that a teacher can give up in a class and yell screw it
And its cue, that peer pressure in this world can allow mass media communications to tell school age boys and girls that all the cool kids are doing it
I won’t let these haphazard acts jump and move within the confines of my mind
I’m through with it
Why is it that we as a society are integrated in the consumption of alcohol and partaking in recreational drugs?
But we are segregated when it comes to spreading love
The should be no mental killing with our words
Let’s work on limiting our smell of fear
Let’s not contribute to the pain and strife
And in this world of killers we can contribute to giving life.
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