Black and white words
Strewn across the page.
Full of hope and dreams,
Not colored red with rage.
They define our thoughts.
They shape our very soul.
They pass down our lore
To the youth from the old.
A single word has the power
To make a dead heart beat.
A simple word can destroy
All joy, and make you bleak.
We need to choose wisely;
Spreading love and empathy.
Not fuel the fires of hatred;
A growing tempest of apathy.
Use your colorful vocabulary;
Build beacons of tranquility.
Refrain from spewing hate;
Erecting prisons of hostility.
Black and white words
Strewn across the page
Full of hope and dreams,
Not a single thought of rage.
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