words are strange tools 

easy to fleche

difficult to finesse

They can change minds 

turn tides 

decide the fate of millions

Light as air but they hit like a rock

words are law

they are the architecture of our reality 

( we live in a society )

They are powerful terrible things 

just like the beings 

that wield and weld them 

It may make us feel safe 

to build a wall of hate 

of labeled bricks 

( of do and don't say this )

But it is a cage 

gilded in rage

and these weapons we've used 

will fuck us up too

They’ll be written on our tombs