Sticks and stones will break our bones, But those words are surely killing us.
Words of repression, hate and scorn, Roiling words that slash and burn.
Throw a stone, wield a stick, Don't use those words that rile the sick; The haughty right that smile then sneer, That march with torches, emitting no light; Saluting with an arm out tight.
Sticks and stones will break our bones, But words are surely killing us.