The Conquering Word, A Vision Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Conquering Word, A Vision
Of spoken Hate, there is so much,
The Devil's blood used as a crutch,
Yet Language is supposed to be,
A gift we use more sensibly,
Good communicability,
A sweet recall of memory,
That tells of Life's secret affaires,
And has but Love with All to share.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: communication,language,problems
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