Why are such unkind words
So very easy to come by, alas
That men could evolve to speak
The vocal wonder and shared act
Only to find fault with one another
Little men who wish to be big
That live in the shadows of others
Always bitter, always lurking
That they might exploit mortality
The liabilities of living life
Its trials, victories and tragedies
Is that not enough then to itself
Twisting daggers of honourable men
That they might extinguish ambition
This dubious crown of glory betrayed
Why are words of kindness
Acts of compassion so difficult
Is that they espy subservience
What is humanity to an ego
A being that hides within, without
To hide behind them is but a ruse
The wise can see through simply
They measure stature in abstraction
Character of the spirit, good or bad
A distraction all then for naught
Be then a patient servant to man
That fulfillment not lie alone in self
The joy of words sharing and caring
Marks no scars upon the soul
From an utterance or them destined so