Silent still speech remains unspoken.
Boisterous, feverish, furious words fly.
Itching ears hear so more saints and seers die.
Love and grace are tossed away as a mere token.
The angry fool wins the day with emotion.
The wise waste breath upon deaf ears
As mortals waste away their precious years
And the wicked roam free creating commotion.
Fear not! Cries love's command.
Wicked words will not win the way.
Fear the immortal lover today!
When the world falls, you will stand!
Comments
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Hi, I love this poem, and believe it is true, kind regards Di
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excellent~
Powerful and thought provoking
Wise words you have penned here
Best of luck in the contest
Hugs
Susan~~~
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wise words indeed and how very sad,
what an empty victory,
so superficial.
excellent truth my friend.
put tgether so brilliantly
God bless...
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