Riddle XII

Disassembling labels,

    Nouns holding onto the anger of unspoken adjectives, Describing the nature of another's nurture, The psalms of their heart, As if we knew their inner most intimate clockwork wasn't already repeating inaudible apologies for the rest of their descriptor!

In lieu of our vile quickness,
To label others.... To rise in anger,
To hate... Enabling the death of empathy!