Word Smith
Words so powerful
The sharpness of swords
Or blunt and pounding
Like hammer yielding hoards
They can lift you high
Or break you down
Evoke a smile
Or conjure a frown
Stick and stones they say
Can break your bone
But names will never harm
Say that to the bullied teen alone
Say it to the depressed
Or anorexic girl
Or fat body boy
Who words they hurl
Words have power
To set one free
Or from life to hide
And make you flee.
I give you the choice
As smiths of words
On anvil of speech
To forge the swords
A sword for truth
Cutting away the wrong
Or swords of hate
Creating an evil song.
You are the custodians
With your undecided speech
To curse or bless
With words you reach.