VIOLENCE

If you burn them 
With their words of fire 
They will crumble 
Into dust
They will be lost 
But your skin will be stained by their ashes

If you drown them
With their songs of the deep
They will sink 
Farther and farther
Slowly forgotten 
But you will remember their last breaths

If you cut them  
With their poems of glass
They will bleed 
We will bury them 
Miles underneath your feet 
But their blood will remain on your hands 

If you shoot them 
With a gun of their memories
They will die
We will be sorry 
They were so young, after all
But you will face their wrath in the afterlife.

If you kill them
With weapons of their joy and love
You will pay the price.