We, a People of Unclean Lips

Ignorance, arrogance –
currency for a generation,
History become legacy,
scribe turned pharisee.
Vanity Fair demands,
Obey. Capitulate.
Else, decapitate.
Patience: no virtue here.
Mercy? Unheard of –
perhaps lack thereof.
Masses, herds,
percieving by sight
and desire –
zealously so,
selfishly so.
Planting in thorns,
yields more thorns.
Fields forlorn,
feels forlorn.
No one sows.
No one grows…


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