Submitted by : binbbaz on Youth

And words speak without moving its lips
pulls the string in hearts without lifting a finger
smears pedigrees over history
like blood-painting by ambitious street fighters

And words find its ways into the pores
dances to the tunes of jilt and love
a feeling of a freelance arbitrator
susceptible to nothing, not even a war

And words wink to hypocrites in temples
throws light onto the faces of saints in the dark
"I am a splash of poo from an aged turtle"
Sometimes he yells from the side

And words sing as he wobbles through space and time
I want to change the world, give me a pen and paper