I'm reminded of that childish rhyme
(that we all have known...
the one that claims that
WORDS CANT HURT us like a stick or stone.
Well...I wondered if the person
who wrote that little rhyme
ever heard a cruel word said
to dread throughout their time?
And I doubt that they ever had
for then they would have known...
how words can break
(make no mistake)much more than mortal bone.
Words can break an Empire
and lose a Queen her throne,
WORDS can tear a forest down
where ONCE great giants have grown.
Words can smash a little child
to fill their mind with doubt,
and words can steal the love you feel
for...EVERY word has clout.
Sentences and rhetoric,
can hit one harder than a stick,
and verbs and nouns
can make you sick
when anger spits them out..
I would pick a stone or stick
to hit me on my sturdy bones...
rather than ANY *Man's
cruel,hard- worded ,tones.
Words can batter hopes and goals
and fracture substance inside souls.
Words can crumble governments
and humble Kings or Presidents.
Words so sadly often spill
when in fact they should chill.
And now upon this photo
of the two of you I weep,
for she is broken in her grave,
your WORDS her last defeat.
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This is the link to the poem that I am alluding to.
https://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=9894&id=288140
Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Kay,
Regis. 🙏🌷🌳💚🦋