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![]() Innoxious words that separate the facetious differences we create and focus on the hidden hate that festers just beneath the skin. Civil, though we may aspire, a nod, a smile, make each a liar. Words act like a razor wire to keep others out and us within. Invisibly, words stand like walls protecting hate's silent cabals, impervious to that which galls and destroys collective dignity. Yet words form the sole foundation upon which to heal our nation. They raise us to a higher station when proffered with simple honesty. The time is well past for debate. Speak not from ignorance or hate but from the heart, ere it's too late, and watch the barriers dissipate. Notes Round Three - Week One – Splasharama Prompt: Write a poem about anything you have read in the excerpts from the Pitts commentary or anything the reading of the excerpts stir within you, the poet. Thank you for reading my words. Please, take few moments and leave a comment. Your reactions, criticisms, even kind words will be greatly appreciated. Ken
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