Sticks and stones, whips and lashes,

The long knives make their long slashes,

The hammer falls, the nut smashes.

 

Sword of discord with sword clashes,

The metaphorical car crashes,

The softly spoken's big stick bashes.

 

But the sting of stick and whip passes,

The cost of the cuts of the swords masses,

Making those that used the long knives, asses.

 

If you're going to make weapons of words think,

If you think, "If I blink I will lose," blink,

For words that are flung like turds, stink.

 

Use the whips and the sticks and the stones no more,

Lay the knives and swords of discord on the floor,

Words were made to converse, not invite war.