Words are wild dogs on a hunt,
relentlessly chasing their prey
until at last they tear into its living flesh
devour the beast while it yet breathes.
We believe we are better than beasts,
who hunt to survive, to live…
life for life.
We believe words matter, as we point fingers,
shame, accuse, berate-
call out others, but not ourselves,
hold accountable, but refuse to hold up a mirror
that we might realize our words mean nothing.
The One who sees and knows every word spoken
also said to hate your brother is to be a murderer already,
and what did you just say to your brother, your sister, your
neighbor, your mother, your child?
When every face looking back at you is your brother, your sister, your
neighbor, your mother, your child!
AND you, who can’t control your own tongue,
you want to tell me what I need to do?
Who I need to be? What I should believe, say, do?
You want to give me advice?
You can’t stop murdering your brother,
so, tell me why I should listen to you?