It is only a word

Letters strung out into shape

To be read by human eyes

Spoken by the human voice.

It is just a word

Like many other words.

 

Then, why does it scrape

Against my soul

Like a rasp against soft wood,

Letting fall away bloody shreds,

Leaving the raw abrasion

To fester and never heal?

 

People damaged by rages of anger at their fate

And terrified of their future

Have imprisoned their anger and fear

Into a cage made of a word.

 

Locking away their fear and anger

Allows them to pretend they are now safe.

They can say, “Not me, never me.”

But the quiet space they create

Is only an illusion.

 

For with their every utterance of the word,

The rabid dogs of anger are let loose

To shred and devour peace

And strip all our lives of joy.

 

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