8-22-16 War with Words

 •War with words•

Words are bullets from dying soldiers

Sentences war, ending but always beginning again 

You either win or lose

Stay alive or die 

Or get wounded in the process

Sticks and stones break my teeth and I can no longer speak 

My tongue is too small for my mouth 

Too narrow for everything unsaid 

I'm at a war with my words 

You've scolded me for shouting too loud but you've punched out my teeth and cut off my tongue 

You took my broken teeth and glued them in your mouth 

You took my bleeding tongue and tied it to yours 

You've snatched my words and put them in your own prison 

Now I'm at war with your bullets

Your dying soldiers marching off to battle 

Each one has dropped their gun in front of your feet begging to end the war

But you salute them off and turn your back 

They march alone 

Holes in their arms and legs 

You no longer give them medals of honor 

Only rewarded with the scars in their heads and beat red eyes 

Guns lying on the battle field 

But you never turned around to see the massacre 

Now they're at war with themselves 

Wondering what they did wrong 

Each shot a prize hoping to win 

But you left them at the front 

You never walked with them 

My tongue has gone to waste in your mouth 

Shriveled up and dry 

My teeth have rotted away 

But I've grown in new canines

Only to be broken once again 

By another bullet