Living Words

In a lush green land where words were alive; 

Created in the hopes they’d help people thrive.

Here when thoughts are shared, words appear in the air,

whether helpful of hurtful, they’d always be there.

But today, Richmond Corner was filled with such hate

That the King assigned people to build a great gate

No one could come in and pollute words in the town

with their nasty vocabulary that here shan’t be found.

They worked and they worked, building a gate all around, 

even a glass top from the sky to the ground.

The townspeople came to look at the view.

They cheered as non-residents were bid adieu.

One week after the build, the people did see

that the words flying around were as bad as can be.

The assumption of “not me” was clearly a joke.

That a rash of anger made the King scream ‘till he choked.

You see they thought foreigners were the ones speaking ill

Captured in their own thoughts, they learnt t’was them who were shrill.

Aside from the words, they saw their earnings drop low,

that they struggled to eat.  Guess the outsiders were no foe.

The townspeople gathered, and tore down the wall

They tried to bring back tourism, to stop this great fall.

But the foreigners were insulted and passed by this town.

Eventually their economy fell to the ground. 

Had the town accepted, that words, happy and mean

Were a variety of thoughts whenever people convene.

Had they stopped their assumptions that it wasn’t their crowd,

Finding the true source before judgement, allowing justice to be avowed.