Our words may be too many or too few
May simply complicate, or simplify
I’d choose them carefully if I were you

One wonders what we want our words to do
Remove the speck from someone else’s eye?
Our words may be too many or too few

They vanish, most of them, into the blue
But ghosts remain to haunt us when we die
I’d choose them carefully if I were you

We speak for speaking’s sake, our egos spew
A constant stream of consciousness, and lie
Our words may be too many or too few

We patronise our children, to our crew
We speak in ciphers. Words are birds that fly
I’d choose them carefully if I were you

We fill the empty air with nothing new
Within our echo chambers hear our cry
Our words may be too many or too few
I’d choose them carefully if I were you

© Gail Foster 17th May 2023