Expressing what’s in our being
Has been our main concern
The mysterious occurrence of early humans
Realising that they are to live and to battle for
Their survival in a world
Which portrayed itself as being theirs
Which, in the very end,
Remains as elusive
As is the sight of the moon on a cloudy night!
Words have, and still are, much needed
Words have helped the world in its many trials
To morph itself into a fully blossomed flower
Potent enough as to consolidate the ozone hole!
Words have brought the world to realise
That without the strong bond of unity among its people
Havoc shall fly its flag proudly and announce itself
As everyone’s conqueror!
Words have saved lives, when uttered they have been
Words have had people feeling like they were Zeus
Having enough might as to shoulder burdens
Words have grown wings on others
Allowing those who have voiced them out
To be taken for angels; messengers of the higher powers!
Words though, are scary
Words can also turn themselves into
Porous dragons, with fuming nostrils and red eyes,
Hungry for the purity of the propaganda-driven souls!
Words can be ugly enough
As to turn their receptors into
Guided solely by blood’s scent
Aiming to kill and to dismember!
Words, in the very end,
Should be made our friends,
The common roll would then be
The friends of my friends are mine own!