“Just Words”

That tongue is a loaded gun.

Point and fire away.

Take aim and let the flame of

what you have to say make them

pay.

Let its heat radiate with the power,

let it shower down in diatribes to be idolized,

soliloquize until you’ve civilized the madmen

raving in the street.

Defeat? You ain’t beat

until they’ve knitted your lips shut with

barbed wire.

Till they’ve broken every little finger

so you can’t take up a pen.

And then?

You still have your feet.

The Tower of Babble was a catalyst.

It was the wakening of every activist with a sign

and a grudge,

every antagonist with slander and a bottle of poison.

We didn’t reach heaven with bricks.

We didn’t cross Styx with a bridge.

We made angels tremble with our clamor.

We wove a glamor to enamor Narcissus through

our lips.

From our mouths drips a venom that makes

snakes quake,

we raise bedlam that breaks foundations of

nations and echoes throughout generations.

We conceived Salem by hissing through our

teeth.

This is a sword you can’t sheath.

They writhe underneath every half-assed

grave,

craved by the cowardly and taken up

by the brave.

They’ve been the liberators of slaves and

the tools of the depraved,

they’ve been the thing by which we are saved

and the roller that paves over our

fallen State.

Don’t hesitate.

Emulate the voices of the dead which you

admire,

Emanate this force until you are a spire,

climb higher,

never tire,

let it course through your veins and release

the reins and strain against every effort

to bring you back down again.

You’ve got words, baby.

When the world tries to bring you to your knees?

Say,

bitch, please.