For Curse Speakers/Writers
Your words deflect
Return to you
And shower devastation
You can expect
That these will do
Set forth all pronunciation
It will accomplish
All that grime
All wrong you ever wish
You speak your fate
In verbal slime
And fill your heart with hate.
Your words bear fruit
All that you say
In time they will grow root
You follow suit
With darkened days
And live in cursed loot
You dwell In profanity
And nullify the good
Cancelling prosperity
With evil as your food.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 1,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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