If Words Could Heal

If words could truly heal, would I become a liar?

Pathologically bent to set the world on fire

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Spill oil slick gossip, drown everything in crude

Spew fake honesty, just to cause pain and be rude

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Over self-righteous beats I’d spit out barbed wire

Hyperbolic falsehoods feeding a melodic pyre

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If words could heal, big pharma would tie tongues up in court

Lay out bodies on the bottom line while they play at resorts

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Look in the House for weapons of mass deception

Fueled by dark money, gorging on base preconceptions

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In this current climate, is it possible to change

Or are we destined to be targets hung at the range?

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If words could truly heal, we should all be physicians

Throw away sticks and stones, all our munitions

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Take an oath to harm no one with blatant hypocrisy

Heal ourselves with the language of kindness and empathy

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Flood the airwaves with arias of affirmations

Knit fractured bones, lives, and even nations

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Fear of the made up other will not cause a curative deficiency

Language is no barrier to gentle grace and sympathy

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Maybe we’ll select leaders by the trauma they’ve undone

Therapist kings and queens with room on their couch for everyone

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Imagine the lives we could mend if only our mendacity would end

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A/N

The opening line was inspired from Lamar Wiggins’ great poem:

(and no, I’m not going to qualify this as the “Great thing” I commented could come from that line, but I still felt inspired)