Words amount to nothing
yet hold more power
than thick leather wallets
bursting apart
green at the seams
on their own
they are just symbols
a vocal vibration
indicative of emotion
hunger
but with the right backing
an idea
an unspoken truth
prayers whispered
over candle light vigils
then they are infinite
no knowledge of death
a light which shows
the true face of fear
a mirror to the self
the true self
bombs which drop
with more force
than Nagasaki
A light so bright
only few can stand to look at it
only words
have the ability
to pass through
the meandering rapids
of time
and they touch us
awoken from life long slumbers
ancestral in power
and they shake us
to our very souls