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.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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