Words, black ants on a clean slate,
Have the power to point
Fingers damning, shaming, ridiculing
Another forcing
One into friendless exile.
They can also be nails
Used to build bridges over
That creek of muddy mire
Connecting people like
Paper clips.
Oh Lord,
Let my language
Be bridges.
(With a shout out to Matkim Shutov of Unsplash for the great photo)
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