“Sticks and stones,
may break my bones
but names will never hurt me.”
A little rhyme, from olden time
to pacify our frailty.

Sticks and stones.
Our broken bones,
will quickly fuse together.
But hurtful names, of childhood games
leave scars that last forever.

I wonder who the genius was
that sat out to contrive
a way to justify a hurt
that lasts throughout our lives.