Sticks and stones may break your bones;
but words can never harm you.
Some of these words must find new homes;
over fears, these words can alarm you.
Words are thoughts in camaflauge;
concepts and ideas, wearing a mask
often they seem like a mirage;
until they’ve completed their task.
Words are thoughts, turned into sound;
blown near and far, by the wind;
conveying thoughts to those all around;
for thoughts are where words begin.
Many think some words should be banned;
they represent unpopular thought;
but, if such actions are eventually planned;
only the most popular ideas are taught.
Words are nothing, but needed tools;
to teach what ought to be taught;
banishment of some, is the act of fools;
controlling what may be thought.
Monolithic control of all thought defined;
is a power far too devious for any man;
only the Master can make all thoughts aligned;
and that was never a part of His plan.
For, the Master gave man the freedom to fail;
and expressions of thoughts were included.
To allow man’s words, to send him to jail;
simply shows how much mankind’s deluded.