The gleam
Of words
That simulate thought
The horizon
Being like a human
Musical medley
But its songs are not
Wrong
Variations of sound
When falsettos
Are deep
When screams
Are high
When pigeons
Have wings
But we think
Only eagles
Could fly
Words depicts
While we kill
With our dedicated
Doctrines and laws
Two sides of a coin
Heads are chopped off
As well as tails
So who is more human
Too words we are all
Just who we really are
A silhouette
A signal
Of please don’t forget
Or in my regret
I haven’t said these
Words yet
We hide behind
As we draws lines
That we cant cross
Words are powerful
As we try to manipulate
Truly the real boss
Can’t turn it on or off
By Deon Souldier Ballard