You and me
Can never hike back that hill again
Like the Pandora’s Box that once opened
It kept on spewing venom
Those words that march down the history lane
Are hard to trace
Real or unreal
A deeply divided dispute
Their relentless trampling
Haunting…
Whose stories they fail to reveal
Hush the lullaby dies
Revoking the silence of lambs
A world without aged words
Still would be the same
As mankind seeks to rewrite
In every age
The forbidden word
« return.