A Minichu on the Dilemma of Analgesia and Weapons
Words are cures and killers.
Each flick of tongue or wrist, there lies a decision,
Twin pillars:
Heal and maim.
Will you build new dawns or prisons?
Self-same
You, them:
Applied visions,
Prey?
Words are cures and killers
Will you build new dawns or prisons?
Pray?
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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