Bullet Words
November 2012 – George Bowers
After firing, it’s then too late,
To change its course or hesitate.
The bullet’s gone and on its way
To do what damage that it may.
To hit its target, make the kill
Or miss its mark for good or ill.
How our words are much the same
Shot from mouths, not always tame.
And though it was a foolish crack,
There is no way to take it back.
What’s said is said, for good or ill,
To heal some heart or maim or kill.
It seems to only be our breath,
But words hold powers of life and death.
So let’s choose them with the greatest care
There’s a lot to help or hurt out there.