Inferno

[faust_ina]

Careless words jettisoned
from unrepentant mouths like
matchsticks to tinder
drawing blood that amounts to
nothing more than a needle prick

Yet the the drop of blood
turns into a stampede
to the emergency room for triage
and with wounded hearts
start baying for first cuts
and the letting of fellow blood

Have we failed so far that we
Have grown only weak minds and
An endless thirst for blood?

If only we stop to think
That it is just a prick we could have
Let live and self heal
Like an injection of strength to the heart