Tiny Piece of Flesh

O tiny piece of flesh
what a mighty sword you yield
with words of hate
across fields
are bodies strewn

Yet, you also whisper
loving words of comfort
guidance with love
compassion for the weary

O silver tongue
be silent except to speak
with love, always only with love

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