Word Warriors

Words. They’re like… polished diamonds, right? Sparkling, yeah, but they cut deep, you know? Shakespeare, and Keats, played the game, Weaving magic with syllables and building empires with rhymes, But… beware the sting. Words can be weapons, Sharp as knives, they leave scars. A barb, a jibe, a cutting phrase, And suddenly… the world turns gray. But, wait! They can heal, too. Words like a balm, soothing a wounded soul, Building bridges, kindling a fire within. It’s all in the craft, the way you wield them. Like a poet’s brush, painting the canvas of your heart, With vibrant colours, and words that can truly start A revolution, a change, a new way of seeing. So choose your words wisely, let them flow freely, But never forget, they’re powerful, They can shape the world, They can shape you. Words, my friends, words… they are everything.