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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