Sticks, Stones and Words
Sticks and stones
may break bones
Words pierce the heart
and stick to the soul
Sticks and stones
may scar the skin
Words saddle the heart
and sour the soul
Words are like arrows;
in the quiver
of a temperamental ruler
So powerful is he,
he had to be made small
So swift is he,
he must be fastened
to the floor,
held flat down,
behind double gates
in a windowless castle,
guarded by an army;
gleaming white as justice
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