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Word War

Shall we not surrender
the sticks and stones and seek to salve?

Instead, a fear filled frenzy of foes…
Each writhes with a righteous mind
weaponing wounding words.

Hasn’t history hindered our hostility?

Hear humbly a hurting heart of humanity.
Every creature alike —
chronically craves His cleanse.
Come, tread the treacherous trench

We were designed to dance despite the dissonance.