We aim our pen,
shoot words out into the den.
Once a word leaves the point,
its influence serves to annoint.
Where the word lands,
is completely out of our hands.
Someone else becomes its target,
its effect may boomerang regret.

Many times I wish for an empty gun,
after the reaction comes back to stun.
Oh my, what have I done?
I really didn't mean to hurt!
Another thought my bullet hit dirt.
I can't take it back,
so I wait for the attack.

Don't write nothing political in form,
it will certainly come back to harm.
Writing about life,
watch out for the samuri knife.
Anything wrote about something,
could end up the cause of fighting,
you wishing that you had wrote nothing,
about anything.

G