Etymology
Guilty words
that once scrawl down the hill to gather
You and me can never hike back that hill again.
Like the Pandora’s Box that once opened,
It kept on spewing venom
Those words that
march down the history lane
Are hard to
traceReal or unreal
A deeply divided dispute
Their relentless trampling
Haunting…
Whose stories they fail to reveal
Hush the lullaby
dies
Revoking the
silence of lambsA world without aged words
Still would be the same
As our kind seek to rewrite
In every age
The forbidden word.
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