Whispers & Echoes

What hurts more? Sticks or stone?

Will they or won't they break a bone?

Do words not hurt or tell another story?

Or are you looking for some old glory?

Is it true a pen be mightier than a sword?

Or is there a line that one crosses or draws?

What are words said to you and me?

Are they weapon or are they armor?

Is there a war within our conversation?

Surely you must defend yourself from me?

How do you protect from the words?

Do you arm yourself with sticks?

Or are you solid as any stone?

Is either one strong to withstand their blows?

When can a whisper leave an echo?

Could it be heard nearby? Or from afar?

Are these screams left feeling breathless?

Are you voiceless though you said enough?

Is anyone answering that Clarion call?

No one told us we would rise or we would fall.

So whatever you say you are, stick or stone...

Words are all that you and I are.

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