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The foe who’s weak but wiley knows
The damage wrought by subtle blows.
Words seemingly benign, inert,
But so designed to wound and hurt.
For words can stab deep like a knife
To bleed and tire the stronger life.

The passive enemy is sly
And never looks you in the eye,
But by obstruction seeks to goad,
By stealth and cunning to corrode
And wear defenses day by day
By waging war the passive way.