Words can bring pain
A weapon of intellect and rage
Unloading words of wisdom, wittiness
And for war to be waged.
The tip of the catapult tongue
Propels the projectile prose
Hard and sharp as lead
Removes a smile on a face.
Out of the mouth fires fury and hate
A quick exchange
Between the people who play
War is an arena, a game.
The innocent victims in no man's land
Caught in a cross-fire between people of no shame.
But when eyes are wide awake
And witness the bloodbath
Then do people realise there needs to be a change.
War starts with words.
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