Monday, October 6, 2014

THE DUPLICITY OF EARTH

no need to get deep

no need for true confessions


we've all had our short hairs

caught on something


and you know something's up

when a zealot climbs up


a very high soapbox to pluck

such low-hanging fruit as condemnation


and the only ones quaking are those

of muddled fear and no courage


enough to show the charlatan

the way to his noose


oh everyone wants everyone else's blood

especially the weak of brute strength


taking from the strong humility

of those who would detach from the arena


why say any of this when in the end

a grave divides and seals our endeavors


tell me then what worth your earnest vanity

tell me what confession heals all


better still tell me nothing

and know I'll do as much for you






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