Lies and truths

came through the same medium.


Sweet sounds of love

and screams of terror

and rage.


Music of the joyous, uplifting kind

and the depressing kind.


The creatures of nature in the forest, softly calling

and the honking of the cars amid a bustling, loud city.




Weapons of ranging destructive stature.

But also holding the ability to help,

to heal.


It only depends

who wields them

and their motives

— pure, true, and sweet

or sour and rotten.


They can sing praises,

and they can point out flaws.


They can exonerate,

and condemn.


They can do so much good in the world,

and also cause of all its problems.