Eraser
On the canvas and on a notebook page
of an artist and a child with water colours
Words
the man's creation during the time
are made of characters and designs.
Words
are toys
are joys
and…
Words
are amusements
Words
are medicine
but in times poison
Words
are guns
are walls
are tanks
are bombs
bombers and drones
Words
can be bridges; needed to be crossed
with open mind and love in our hearts
Where is the eraser to wipe the barriers?
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