Vanquish
hate.
Capture
every last word of it
Before it
escapes on loathsome breaths.
Scramble its
deceitful messages
Until they
cannot be heard or read.
Words exist
that have no venom.
Rescue them!
Save them from
angry slogans,
From loaded
guns and malignant lies.
Give these quiet
words air to breathe.
And they
will rise again
On the
haunted breaths of fallen voices.
They will
drown out the diabolic hiss
And emerge
anew bearing
Light and
reason.
©cmheuer, 2018
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