Saturday, August 3, 2019

The Word

More and more it seems
That the cry of Racism
Will be horrible to one
But it comforts another
Hatred is not always shared
If meanings are as individual
As the user speaking the word
There will no longer be an edge
The power of the word
Leads to it being used in a way
A nuclear detonation to eradicate an ant hill
Or to kill a criminal for a parking violation
The word smothers the depths of our spirit
Kills the idea
Of One people, nation, flag
If we use the word for anything we dislike
It disallows greater understanding
Such a fool's game, to use a cover all word
For a dying world
Fighting over things like terms
When the system is going to fail
And everyone will disappear
In a million years
There will be nothing left
To argue over