Our Words are Like a Sword II

Sat, 03/12/2016 - 11:38 -- Jamesc

Our words are like a sword. 

They sting and slash through flesh as a knife would cut through bread. 

Those slurs and calls that break the noise strike hard, like lightning,

Shocking and stimulating.

The rhetorician and rapper are one and the same,

Masters of spoken word, adamant in making a change. 

Their delivery is impeccable, reaching all corners of the world, 

Yet the bark of boorish boys bites better than their pathetic pathos. 

The soul, inundated with doubt is stifled by their jeers,

And O the pain it feels when they are left alone to fall. 

 

Our words are like a sword,

But you also wield a shield. 

The emboldened storm of ignorance can be combatted with education. 

Leave your olden shell of prejudice,

And lead your people Moses. 

Enlightened life is priceless,

So use it while you have it.

Use your weapons to free your mind;

Break the shackles that bind you.  

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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