My words are like battery acidJune 16, 2019 12:00 am Leave your thoughts
My words are like battery acid;
I pour my verbs and metaphors
across your face to see the shit-
eating blackshirt scowl you use
when calling migrants a plague
dissolve. My words destroy ideas,
scar minds and change lives.
Hate speech for those that hate
speech. But my words cannot hurt;
I wound with reason, logic flaws.
I’ll even cup an ear to hear yours.
And, yes, I could if I wished, murder
you with rhetoric, render you absurd
with a word, with a word, with a word.
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This post was written by Simon Cockle