Way Of Words

In this tiny space of ours

Preoccupied by conflict and wars

 

United by machines, divided by land

Different ideas for a similar stand

 

A long way has been covered by far

Still we don’t know what we are

“Human” we say, beast we act

Though painful, but a fact

 

We were given power to express

Too far for luck to press

 

We are now a linguistic race

With various mouths, hardly a face

 

The language developed even more

Refined from an existing ore

 

But, somewhere on the road

We made a gap too large to afford

 

Hypocrites were born

Lies were sworn

Even when kind one spoke

Interpreters took it for poke

 

Know what you speak, speak what you know

Because the history reeks of the show

When words were fast and actions slow

And we got the worst of what wars could bestow

 

Such a way words hold

Can etch in heart, never to be old

Mark your words, when they are cold

For, a spree of events they can unfold

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