For Curse Speakers/Writers Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Your words deflect
Return to you
And shower devastation

You can expect
That these will do
Set forth all pronunciation

It will accomplish
All that grime
All wrong you ever wish

You speak your fate
In verbal slime
And fill your heart with hate.

Your words bear fruit
All that you say
In time they will grow root

You follow suit
With darkened days
And live in cursed loot

You dwell In profanity
And nullify the good

Cancelling prosperity
With evil as your food.








Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 1,2010