There are some who do believe 

Words work better if they bleed

Oozing out of us from slight wounds

Which have been caused thus by rooms



Filled with pain, hurt and suffering

Which have attacked with no buffering

Thus they ponder over them and squeeze

Instead of letting them in on a breeze



But others who deal daily with words

Voice them ... not just to be heard

But to speak eloquently about matters

Before they disintegrate into tatters



If this ability to feed them about

Causes others to attack and shout

Then the problem is in interpretation

And has little to do with consternation



Words which come freely on all matters

Aren't any less powerful if they rattle

On over stanzas and amass a body of work

They just prove there's much to yet perk



Up minds and stir emotions, and passion

For everybody has them - in like fashion

Some can voice them in words which insult

Others shrug them off with a pinch of salt



If you don't care for words which speak

Then don't make the author feel bleak

It solves nothing, and hurts really two

Both the attacked, and the attacker too.



- Tristram