A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time

The Cure for Savagery

As someone may say,

Becoming savage takes time.

I stand to testify,

It is indeed a slow fade.

Once you've started to slip,

Down that slippery slope,

Give up all hope

You're lost in the world.

The world of coldheartedness,

The world of cruelty,

Where an insult doesn't seem so,

And no blow is too low.

Once you've fallen, you're ruined and gone,

You'll only become kind again by striving through hardship.

It isn't easy to return from there,

That place of wickedness,

To any and all.

But gradually, yes, carefully,

You can reverse the fade.
Indeed simply,

With a simple trade.

Trade biting remarks for soothing words,

Let not your comments be laced with poison.

Instead let them spark

A hopeful horizon.

It's a difficult change

To say the least

A deliberate choice

And a trying decision.

But if you never mean to be

So savage, intentionally,

It's a choice you can make

And a mountain you can climb,

I encourage all to at least give it a go.

See if it isn't so hard to change from your ways,

Let your actions speak only of praise.

Aim to never again

Let a salty word cross your lips,

For that, savages, is the fatal slip.