Words, words , words...
Are like double edged swords,
Or doubled winged birds,
Shaping our commonly seen worlds,

Sometimes depicting a wrong accord,
In which the Lord,
Seems to be ignored ;
to the benefit of some fading awards and
hoards.

In other times, the Beautiful accord,
Landscapes that only the Heavenly-minded can afford
Yeh! Like fjords,
And hear the horde of Angelic chords,
Playing under some caring cherubic words.

So please next time before following the herd
and uttering those dirty words,
drawing those deadly swords,
releasing those trapped birds,
remember that we can paint ,for ourselves, some pretty ugly worlds...