Words
Max FangOctober 29, 2020Strength and InfluencePoetry
On the destructive potential of words
Sticks and stones
Leave bruises, blues.
But words, they scar,
They sting
Like bees in a box,
They cut
Like pocket knives,
They choke
Like a noose.
Tell me, do you think
Before you open
Your cold lips?
They are frozen blue
They wound.
They kill.
Eight hundred thousand every year
Do you hear their silence?
This is not how we do.
We wield a terrible strength
Untethered, it stampedes
Feral hooves
Are you not concerned?
Are you not worried?
Are you removed?
The next one might be you.
Max is a 12th grader from Melbourne, Australia who is interested in writing, environmental activism and advocacy, literature, politics, and sports.