These are fast and turbulent times-
days of speed
days of net,
days on end - dead lines unmet.
Discourse given through words so quick,
spitting saliva,
anger burns quick;
mountains of resource -so ready to give,
but verbal accosting-just won't let it live.
Steer through this murkey water-
though the outcome is unsure,
a word that is fitly spoken
will bring a ready cure.
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