The Madness of Civil Tongues

gray0328

 

Disagree, but let it breathe first.  

Wrangle ideas, not bitter fists up.  

Disagreement can cure or consume us.  

Speak with spine, not a sharpened edge.  

 

Hollering melts your logic into haze.  

Violence is fear with a broken mask.  

Step from the toddler rage inside you.  

Think slow; watch anger lose its teeth.  

 

Reason digs deeper than bloody knuckles.  

Civil tongues cut sharper than swords,  

and maybe the quiet wins the war.  

Chaos burns everyone, even those watching.  

 

You’re alive—use a brain, not lead.  

A speech is louder than a trigger pull.  

Hold love for the fight of free words.  

Souls grow where discourse fills the cracks.

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  • Doggerel Dave

    Spot on (Though unsure of the title - irony?).

    • gray0328

      Yep thanks Dave I appreciate your feedback

    • sorenbarrett

      A fave for the message and thee are great line here as well. (Violence is fear with a broken mask. Chaos burns everyone, even those watching.) Nicely done Gray

      • gray0328

        Thanks for sharing your feedback Soren I always appreciate your feedback and support

        • sorenbarrett

          Most welcome Gray



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