This Cursed Voice...

This voice has done great damage to this world,

Quiet yet forceful enough to bring hatred lured,

Broken and hoarse are the painful words,

And the beautiful poem is depressingly purged,

The hands do its twisted will,

While world tries to get it to stand still,

Spirits align and bring about the cure,

Yet the voice continues its work; albeit demure,

The hateful words roll easily off of the tongue,

As the peaceful song inside goes unsung,

The mind knows the difference of dark and light,

Yet the distance echoes the defiant fight,

Running from the truth was never its first choice,

Yet what is to be expected from this cowardly voice,

Bombastic as ever as the mind slowly submits,

And the disturbed lies continue to transmit,

Broken is the spirit that tried to reign it in,

While the body follows said will to sin,

What sounds good to the ear is damaging to the soul,

And our voices erode in our hearts another great hole…