The Last Word
THE LAST WORD
as barbs fly back and forth and tempers rise
do you often disagree and keep feeding fire
that keeps dissention flowing in downward
spiral as things are said that are not meant
fatal stings of verbal attacks cause damages
breaking relationships not fixed or refurbished
beyond repair as we dwell in conceited pride
gratification and delight in a victorious prize
as arrows are shot back and forth in rancorous
bitter ruthless verbal combat of private crusade
try turn the next painful targeted aim to apology
and value relationships through a humble defeat
© Kim van Breda—May 2014
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2014
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