the sharpest thing we own is not bought but taught from birth
Words we speak
Trickle from our
mouths like a leak
Unable to stop
The words not wavering
aimed true to their mark striking the weak
Tearing them down
Till there's nothing
but the shadow
of your words
Though at times hiding the the truth from those who seek it
for what they may
find may be far worse than what was uttered
For you must know
the sharpest thing we own is our words
can can bring a kingdom to its rise
or to its fall
