An Argument Over These Words Poem by Travis Snell

Man 1: These words.
These words, these words, these words don’t do a thing.
These words don’t bring what you so valiantly sing.
But of course, you claim them to be what they ain’t.
These words, these words that you fear like a saint!

Man 2: How dare you curse these words!
These words, these words, these words are a sacred thing.
In the name of these words (my words) you’ll sing.
If my words say, “To war! ” then peaceful we ain’t.
These words, these words are the words of this saint!

Man 3: Quit fighting over these words!
These words, these words, these words are such a thing
That preach more than what you claim or what you’ll sing.
Those things are just actions. These words ain’t

Man 2: Who are you?

Man 1: Yeah, who?

Man 3: Well, I’m no saint.