words words words words words
repeated
again
and
again
and again,
till they have no meaning.
empty, empty words.

yet people spit them,
hurl them,
raise them up
and exalt them,
nail them to a tree
and parade them around.

shouting shouting shouting
words.
hollowed out,
infused with dung
and flung
at the opponent,
who was a sister yesterday,
a brother last week.

and now
we all have
mud on our faces
and numb,
angry,
confused hearts
which have forgotten
how to love each other.

lost souls
are we,
all searching
for
that one
unrivalled
word
come down
from the tree.

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