mass murderers we are all
required are no guns or missiles
just wag the little tongue
we kill with words
dead are many around
as only with words
buried them we under the ground
power of this tiny piece of flesh
is immense
many a relationships end
before they commence
experience we the taste of food, thanks to our tongue
experience others the taste of our mind, thanks to our tongue
under estimate do not the power
your tongue wields
situation determines
as a weapon or use it as a protective shield
does it matter whether you die old or young
life and death is in the “hand” of your tongue
The Unicorn
