One Word

We are a world of words,
That spark, and tame and frame,
Soothing sounds, some out of bounds,
Invented for the game.

A world that oft is foggy,
And filled with dark half-lies,
Fuelling our suspicions,
Searching through disguise.

Yet words can move a mountain,
Build bridges over streams,
And bring us all together,
As we line up into teams.

Words are ammunition,
Cannons, on front lines,
But also they’re the pathways,
That calm chaotic minds.

Words of truth are brutal,
Not kind, as we suspect,
But in the end, the final word,
Is always use respect.

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