Words

Words, they have a mind of their own

Unsuspecting letters put together,

 Forced into meaning by men unknown

A simple sentence when next to one another

At times complex, yet compelling

Leaping out of pages

Screaming comprehension

Sometimes sly, lurking between the lines

Feigning innocence, craving attention

Words, often misused,

The real Weapons of Mass Destruction

Anger and rage all rolled into rockets,

Launched by the tongue or

spilt by the pen now even on news!

Men, women and Nation states,

Blinded by passion and compelled in rage,

Let them loose and in return
Broken families and hearts in flames 

No blood shed, only tears

Which soon pool into resentment.

Words, when served with consideration,

Can stop the tears and still the mind

When sincere make friends of foes and

with a pinch of tact restore fallen pride

When topped with love can

Mend fault lines with tremors no more,

Pick broken pieces and let peace prevail


And yet some wounds never heal
They fester, leaving a scar deeper than intended 

Some words can never be willed back
So careful when you crack that fleshy whip, because these
Words, once out, they can have a mind of their own.