Rose’s are red, Violet’s are blue,
I can be self-righteous and so can you.
Words as a weapon, words as a tool
make you look wise, or mayhaps a fool.
For words they may come, words they may go
and where they end, nobody can know.
Self-righteousness grows strong over the years,
usually built on the back of our fears.
And for some the words flow with such ease
that we could almost call it a disease.
But when it all boils down at the end of the day,
we should all stand proud; come what may.
For self-righteous or not we speak our mind
discussion – the path to new things to find.