Words are cannon fired to destroy words are meat sent out to whet appetite Words are the poisonous venom of a wasp Words are the soothing sap of an oil palm
Our own words are supple and strong destroying and devouring with a thud our words are easier and merciful sweetening the juice of bitter leaves
Words pierce our heart without bother its poison dripping into our marrows Words defend our soul to end like chief Shaka of the rugged Zulu nation
our words awake the dead from grave it gives health to ailing people our words builds castle in the air while destroying scrappers on land