A social commentary
They are powerful and great,
Sometimes nice but wait,
There are times they scorn you,
There are times their false when its truth is true
There are times they carry a lot
A times they are cold or hot,
Sometimes meaningful int its way
While other times it seems darker than some days.
They can be wonderful at times yes,
Horrified in some days filled with stress,
And there are times you want to shut it down
Or when needed or for it not to make a sound,
Silent is sometimes gold,
Sometimes it gets really, really old,
While there are times to speak very loudly
Then at times it will love or hate or me,
There are times we’ll just do what the Beatles suggest and let it be.
You love me then you hate me
A game for fools you see
But painful not soothing or cool
But rough at times like a fool
Just dumb at times in different times
At times cruel to be kind,
While praising you one hand
Then downing me to kiss your ***
The stab me in the back and then get away fast.
It cuts **** a knife deep
It even haunts me in my sleep,
While killing me softly at times so sadly
Then cussing at me badly,
Your words hurt me so
Deeper than you’ll even know.
Sometimes loud and wrong
And sometimes you’ll sell those words for just a song
Or sometimes *****
Sometimes nerdy,
Sometimes slick
With a little coolness quick as a wick.
Words can be light as a feather
Capable to stand any kind of weather.
It can be strong and tall,
Sometimes fast or not all.
No matter it’s homeland or country
No matter the color it maybe
Or expressions kind or mean
No matter hidden or even seen
Or what wars that battled
Know this much that world do matter,
8 Sept 2021
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
A social commentary
They are powerful and great,
Sometimes nice but wait,
There are times they scorn you,
There are times their false when its truth is true
There are times they carry a lot
A times they are cold or hot,
Sometimes meaningful int its way
While other times it seems darker than some days.
They can be wonderful at times yes,
Horrified in some days filled with stress,
And there are times you want to shut it down
Or when needed or for it not to make a sound,
Silent is sometimes gold,
Sometimes it gets really, really old,
While there are times to speak very loudly
Then at times it will love or hate or me,
There are times we’ll just do what the Beatles suggest and let it be.
You love me then you hate me
A game for fools you see
But painful not soothing or cool
But rough at times like a fool
Just dumb at times in different times
At times cruel to be kind,
While praising you one hand
Then downing me to kiss your ***
The stab me in the back and then get away fast.
It cuts **** a knife deep
It even haunts me in my sleep,
While killing me softly at times so sadly
Then cussing at me badly,
Your words hurt me so
Deeper than you’ll even know.
Sometimes loud and wrong
And sometimes you’ll sell those words for just a song
Or sometimes *****
Sometimes nerdy,
Sometimes slick
With a little coolness quick as a wick.
Words can be light as a feather
Capable to stand any kind of weather.
It can be strong and tall,
Sometimes fast or not all.
No matter it’s homeland or country
No matter the color it maybe
Or expressions kind or mean
No matter hidden or even seen
Or what wars that battled
Know this much that world do matter,
8 Sept 2021
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