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 trace
Real or unreal
A deeply divided dispute
Their relentless trampling
Haunting…
Whose stories they fail to reveal

Hush the lullaby dies

Revoking the silence of lambs
A world without aged words
Still would be the same
As our kind seek to rewrite
In every age
The forbidden word.