Whisper the Weapon
What are they...
They are sharp as the surgeons blade
The weapons which we choose
Inspired of sun and shade
We think we can not lose
They bring light from the dark
or smiles from the broken
they can crush all that is stark
or tossed as simple tokens
They can hurt and they heal
sanitize or deeply infect
They can be hard as solid steel
or soothing tenderly in effect
Emotions headed north turn south
or send a thought straight to hell
These are the bullets from your mouth
be kind and use them well
these are our spoken words
an endless supply abounds
you are the Shepperd of these herds
used wisely they will astound
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