Careless Words

A rancid jolt hits thy tongue,

It’s bitter taste left savouring,

As thou curs’ed words attack the air,

It’s purity plundered into weighty smog,

Without a care to thy precious flowers,

Wilting as thou toxic wrangles

Smother it’s divine innocence.

Oh, how thy flowers weep,

As they hang their heads in sorrow,

Shrinking as beauty and virtue are stolen,

As thou acrid contempt spill over.

Nancy Jim