Die So Well
When we kill, hurt, and wound, with our words you see,
then also by the words of others, affected we will be.
To stop the fiery darts, them we should not throw,
whatsoever we give out, inside us begins to grow.
How can we play with a hornets nest, and not expect to get stung,
how can we not be affected, by the words of our own tongue.
How can we find peace, when we’re so willing to put up a fight,
how can we not get bitten, when we’re so eager to bite.
When we walk willingly, with the bitterness you see,
one against another, is how it will always be.
Destroying one another, and casting our shadows of death,
instead of giving life, we take each other’s breath.
Living in this way, to us all, brings death, inwardly,
if we can help each other die so well, then why not to live, you see.
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