Good Words Poem by Poetical Analysis

Who,
Heard it through the grapevine
Nobody cried, loud enough, so its fine
Autistic compression applied
Aucoustic sincerity magnified
Promises of peace
Wars we wanna cease
Who,
Sayed it, not sprayed it
Mitigating risk 'gainst Poverty is how they made it
Afraid it'd be in word
The most dangerous force is that that's heard
Like avenues follow the paths of birds
Confess with your tounge
As the Brazen Head's rung
See the Sirens played instruments & no longer sung
The Temple of the Torah was masonless matter
Unconfined, unconfounded
Are good words spoken or bitten
Are they sprawled accross scrolls or on parchment written
Bought or sold
Like time & space do good words fold
Can they die on a cross or diseased by a gate
Are they for now or should we all wait
Are they to agree or to merely debate
Do they foster bonds or innovate hate

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