A whisper clothed in poisoned breath
can summon life, can summon death.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
beats all the lies you can invent.
For lies may fade like passing mist,
their sting forgotten and seldom missed;
truth, when wielded as a blade
cuts deeper wounds that never fade.
A fact that should’ve set one free,
becomes a chain, a mockery.
So beware the word, in malice, cast—
it’s mar...