Slaying them demons to pieces.
Not with piercing words.
Not with dirty, vulgar screams.
Slaying with soft, soft smiles.
Thousands of little curving lips.
Genuine delivery from the heart.
For at the end of each day…
The eager-wishful being is back on that hoping track.
To have one peaceful heart.
To be indifferent to vulganic abuse.
To strike with smiles.
To retain sanity with rational head.
To dismiss them mean, mean words as …
Mere noises.
Harmless vocal pollution.
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