The Tongue
It slays without drawing a drop of blood
In an instant, turns reputations to mud
Its eloquence sets the innocent free
A serpent's weapon, resides in you and me
Guardian of a treasure trove of words
Pink slashing plasma, mightier than swords
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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