He stood on a pedestal high
a man who's body was too large
for that little soul
a botanist of words
he grew their beliefs in his garden
next to the hemlock and oleander
but some of us
he tilled in to the ground
We watched from the gallows below
Weeds in his garden
Our bodies were fine
but we had crippled our souls
the seeds from the tree
that cursed them for eternity
He stood on a pedestal high
a man who's body was too large
for that little soul
a snake in the garden
he poisoned their beliefs with venom
next to genocide and damnation
and the rest of us
they tilled in to the ground
Author notes
It's a start...
Hemlock: poisonous drug derived from an Eurasian plant of the genus
Conium; "Socrates refused to flee and died by drinking
hemlock"
What did you think
Comments
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Humm the start is curious and the end is wondrful my friend..very intriguing piece you brought...thanks for sharing..
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sounds covertly political,, i like the presentation. and seeing as how you havent posted anything in ages, its a nice return.
wonderful write.
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