When will we learn that fire burns?
That words hurt.
That they give the sparks of anger form
And turn them into a storm.
That moves through the world uncontrolled,
And even the best agents sent on patrol,
Are left scorched in their wake,
Leaving nothing but pain and ache.

That lies fly from ear to ear,
Diluting the truth until nothing is clear.
They make trust rust faster than light,
And make it hard to win the fight.
To cooperate.
To move past our flaws and navigate,
This difficult world we're in.
Landing more and more fools in the pen.

But in the same way that words do harm,
They work like a charm.
They can be used to tie us together like crochet.
To unite a generation, like MLK.
Words can heat a room,
Or burn the house down in one giant plume.
How we use them is up to us,
To answer the one simple question: Who Do You Trust?