Words are more than their letters and how they are arranged

Uttered from unstable minds, they become totally deranged

They can cause some introspection, or make you feel you’re cursed

They can incite the best in all of us and antagonise the worst

They can be sung in celebration, or screamed out in despair

Create an honest form of clarity, or be a burden you must bear

Books upon books are written, pages littered with prose

Recording and then sharing, human victories and woes

Objects upon billboards, demanding to be bought

Never ending promotions; a false happiness being sought

Honest misdirection, in bigger and bolder fonts

Misery perpetrated, by empty, unfulfilled wants

Whispers becoming louder, truths coming into view

Old words rediscovered, a true purpose heard anew