Word-War

Ill try
To walk, not talk
To silently suffer than to sharply speak
At the Academy of Word-War

Weapons cost only a student loan
Here, an unpayable debt,
A hurtful hole on the harmless.

I’ll try to be more like you

Standing taking an arm crashing into your head
You never attended my school
You stayed home instead and painted.

Maybe that’s why you stand so clear and clean
And were never tainted?