Words

Guns don’t kill people; it’s the people, with the guns that don’t use words, that kill people. Words, work wonders they make one ponder, reflect and fix. Words, spark up conversation where differences are sorted and possibly nixed. Words, hand wisdom and lessons learned down from mouth to ear then from generation to generation. Words hurt, they burn, and they linger but bullets kill and ruin lives forever. Guns don’t kill people; it’s the words left unsaid 

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