Sticks and Stones

“Words don’t hurt,”

They always said

To the crying children they kissed

And tucked into bed

 

But children’s dreams

Are fragile things,

And are often haunted

By what the day brings

 

But experience always knows,

Like you sowed what you reap

So they say “sticks and stones,”

And children cry themselves to sleep

 

But they also always said

Not to fight, to use words

So they told them

"The pen is mightier than the sword"

 

Now I realize they made everything up,

What they said, and I’m appalled.

And it seems strange to me

That they ever bothered at all

The End

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