Withered robes hung from weathered bones
On shoulders that stretched up toward the sky
Posture turned stiffness and the laudable notings of
A wise man turned rancid while the youth waited for
Something they wanted to hear Ears not touched with
Pleasure they forgot They forgot him
How true his actions were How easily his truth was twisted.
How silly his wisdom seemed to the minds of
Those that dictate and think and know
No comments:
Post a Comment