Word, the most violent and deadly of devices.
Some cause hurt will some bring sacrifices.
This singular blade of patronization
may bring hope or one’s death causation.
My breath is shallow get off of me,
those are words below a bended knee.
They are screamed, shouted cried in mass,
no wonder the chants have turned to “You can kiss my ass.”
Young man, lying cuffed down on the ground,
pleas of “sorry”, “I’m good”, authorities stand around.
He’s sick and vomiting from fear confused,
all the man asked is, “What drugs have you used?”
One word can turn belief from one to the other.
The right takedown then a lineal belief of a brother.
Words, they do good they do harm they kill they agree.
What does the future hold for this land of the free?