A Rescue Mission

Again I plead not to rescue me,
For much else needs your rescue...
The innocenceof word, passed on by masters,
The warmth and nurture of their abode.
The word, mark!, its is more a weapon now.
Destruction and chaos is sought out through it.
Everything is its subject but truth..
Alas! Only truth is not let through a word...

Truth resides in the unspoken, unformed,
In a sad smile, in the word unarmed.
Why do yiu seek other weapons, oh wretch!
When you have already, the world, wrecked.

If you seek solace in destruction, so shall it be.
For it is a vicious cycle you have sought out, you see.
How can you amock, blindfolded, in search of peace,
When you go asking for the very misery in lease...