Whips And Lashes

Sticks and stones, whips and lashes,

The long knives make their long slashes,

The hammer falls, the nut smashes.

 

Sword of discord with sword clashes,

The metaphorical car crashes,

The softly spoken's big stick bashes.

 

But the sting of stick and whip passes,

The cost of the cuts of the swords masses,

Making those that used the long knives, asses.

 

If you're going to make weapons of words think,

If you think, "If I blink I will lose," blink,

For words that are flung like turds, stink.

 

Use the whips and the sticks and the stones no more,

Lay the knives and swords of discord on the floor,

Words were made to converse, not invite war.

 

 

 

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 1st Feb 2019 18:53

A genuine and heartfelt thanks to you all.

J

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lisa donohoe

Fri 1st Feb 2019 15:52

Round of applause , (extreme clapping )
May it sink in and bring order and possibly a new start..
What a beautiful choice of words.. Well done

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Fri 1st Feb 2019 15:18

Brother Don and big brother Sal......come to a common ground, drop your swords.
Such a wisdom spread in this poem.

Peace....and no more war...please!!!

We want you back Big Sal!!!l

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 1st Feb 2019 15:12

Much sense in these lines. Best to be open to compromise and
explanation in any conflict of opinions and avoid the egregious extremes in responses that can occur. Onward and upward!

poemagraphic

Thu 31st Jan 2019 23:23

Superb stuff

Lets hope people see the intention behind this.

Po

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