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The Truth About Danger
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Old He who throweth threats abound
Poses least of danger.
Foul mouthed and boasting all the harm
That he can do.
But always last to take up arms.
Never knowing we can do
Much worse inside our silence.
He who speaks the softest
Is to us a distant stranger.
Silent-tongued about his anger.
Seek not shelter in his hospice.
For he brings about a feint December storm
That can leave embers of your fire-soul
In the wake of all its violence.
For, what killer worth his weight in true love
Told his victims he would murder them?
Such a man in jail is made a fool of
For we never heard of him.
Speak softly and carry a deadly thought
If you wish to dance this game.
Foul mouthed and boasting all your evil
Adds such falseness to your claims.
