Just like a fountain pen,
so our tongues run dry.
spitting whatever lays within
we wear out our throats.
No one asks about content,
only if they are heard-
This symptom is indeed dire
And yet all too common.
How can you be understood
if your words have no meaning?
and again we speak too much
yet we say nothing at all.
When will someone stop
when they have nothing to say?
Freedom of speech is nice,
but the right to silence is more.
For what has ever been won
by the multitude of words?
Nations still go to war
and the world is in chaos!
In the quest for knowledge,
we have not found wisdom–
nor have learned restraint
or even how to close a gate.
There is a fire burning within
but only if it is tended.
Most try to put it out
with a constantly flapping wind.
{CK}
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