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POEM: COULD I BUT SHOW YOU

COULD I BUT SHOW YOU
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Could I but show you how a word can grow
into a thorn that lodges deep within?

The softest places of the hardest men,
you wouldn't be so quick to let one go.

In silences, defenceless and alone,
security and self-esteem descend;
ambitions cease and aspirations bend
in the victims of a fatal verbal blow.


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If I could show you how a word can rise -
bring laughter, bring excitement, bring rapport,

bring nations out of poverty and war -
perhaps your speech would seek a different guise.
What problems of this world could be deterred
if we revered the value of a word?  



         By Corey Harvard

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