• If words were just like deadly weapons
    Deaths per second will have plain reasons
    Nobody will doubt if you now die
    Just because of an insulting lie

    Think about the things that will take place
    When our precious words will lose their grace
    No longer forms of our expression
    But simple reasons of depression

    Now imagine our words as sharp knives
    Ponder how many lose their lives
    Simply because of dreadful insults
    Stare hard on these murderous results

    Be thankful our words do not kill
    For if this happened, regret? You will!
    For you may not notice this small thing
    You have murdered anyone living