In a world where words rush out like a blast,
Before the mind can catch them as they fly,
Yet, it often leads to harm they cannot deny;
The power they hold can quickly amass,
Within this window of voices, just one glass
Lost in the world of chatter, small and shy,
Their speech, a tool used without a tie
Excused by Freedom’s name, just to show brass.
But pause we must before the storm arrives,
Take a breath, let reason steer our course
To guide words away from where hurt most thrives,
Towards a place where kindness finds its source;
A promise made to mend what’s torn by knives,
In this world of words, we must heal the curse.
