Terse Words

Terse rhymes try to describe,
in a shy shine bright light,
how words can cause a fight,
and leave dead bodies like,
mugs, victims, leave at night.

There are those who art make,
and abuse for no sake,
their words leave holes as lakes,
on any soul 'eir verbs aim,
and their bliss away take.

There are those who err lace,
or thought wouldn't cause disgrace,
but yet freed their child rage,
they guilt have none - flip page,
and to them give thy fair grace.

Terse rhymes try to describe,
in a shy shine bright light,
how words can stop a fight,
and rise dead bodies like,
sleepers wake up from night.

Harsh and pain came above,
words are more: th'are our dove;
cure to all cancers,love,
escapes,life's coves.
Words make us keep to rove.

And if words hurt can cause,
aye, in them, heal can be found.
Hate, love, circle goes round.
As a sword cutting proud,
both blades hold a noun.

Terse rhymes tried to describe,
in a shy shine bright light,
how words can hold life tight,
and help it or help it die,
bet on who owns that right.