A single word, a whispered flame
Can set the world alight with name
It whispers soft then striked with aim
Behold the might of word-born shame,
From tongues of fire and bitter core
We learned to speak,to write, explore .
Our words became the bridge and gate –
To mold the clay, define our fate.
No shouting voice, no piercing scream –
Just silence striking like a beam.
With just a phrase, they seared the floor –
Words alone can win a war.
No fists were raised, no swords were drawn,
Yet had the strength of a smite of brawn.
A speech, a stanza , one cruel line –
And suddenly all the signs align.
Their words, a ruthless wildfire blaze,
Obliterating all our faultless days.
Unions and bonds lit ablaze,
Leaving me lost in a blurred haze.
A massacre of oaths, of vows, of trust,
Of promises turned into dust.
Thye burned the roots, the leaves, the flower
And basked within that jeering power
Overbearing. Intemperate
Each sentence coldly deliberate.
Dominating, flaming, damnable, raw –
Their tongue the slammer, me the flaw.
But still I rise, a bird in flight,
Through cloaking ash, toward morning light
As eagle now, no longer prey
I scream, I burn, I fly away.
They aimed to dim me, break my beam –
But I became the brighter gleam.
Their wildfire couldn’t claim the sky –
I paint the horizons. I will not die