Words; windblown expressions of thought;
thoughts that are transformed to sound;
they don’t always say what they ought;
yet, they affect all the people, around.
Words had their beginning as simple tools;
communication of reality; their design;
thoughts, themselves, converted to jewels;
expressing majesty and beauty, devine.
All fashioned by the authors of thought;
many words mean essentially the same;
yet each of them, to the table was brought;
so no single word would get all the blame.
Blossoming into a universe of expression;
some used; where another word applied;
a most subtle form of honesty regression;
and the thought, itself, had then lied.
Sound was complicit in the falsification;
since different words now meant the same;
some were illicit by mere implication;
in order that innocent could get the blame.
Words; refashioned as tools and weapons;
that the most guilty among us might win;
deeper thoughts plead, and honesty beckons;
that truth and love will exude from within.
Hate has mastered vocabulary’s dominion;
much truth has been slandered and slurred;
hate’s altered truth, is becoming opinion;
as mankind consumes the absurd.
The power behind all creation is Love.
Thought’s the foundation for what ought.
God whispers his warnings from above;
“Never allow hate to restructure thought!”