Dreaded To Slaughter Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Dreaded To Slaughter



The fangs for the vampire
The rifle for the cowboy
The sword for the swords man
All these for a kill
To slay and cut asunder
But which is deadlier than that of the Tongue?

Bestowed upon it is the power of restoration
Yet
Dreaded for slaughter
Out of it proceeds betrayal
Yet with it our loyalty and faithfulness
Profess

Who can stand strike of it's power?
No blood shed yet better to see the blood.
Friends become foes
Foes become friends
All is the tongue.

Hmmmmmm!
What mystery underlies the creation
Of this dry less towel?
Upon it is the power of the whole body summarized
Never weary in action.

What be ye without it?
Cut it out from you and see what ye becomes.
The conflict of its controversy
Leaves the swords clattering
Yet a single word dropped, peace.

I sigh for this!
But why it then?
For good or bad?
Upon man lies this decision.
Meant for praise and honor
Yet in the vocality of its vexation
Comes showers of dreaded terror
Rain of hurled abuses
That a second think on its pronunciation
Opens the ugly mouth of the grave for a swallow.

Be careful upon the lease of this entity for
It takes you in to a dreaded world of trepidation
A world where you go and remain gone forever
And woe betie you if for your sake
Blood flows.

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