Words!
Words of wisdom!
What are they but the utterances of fools,
That adhere to a crowd of their time?
The words of a commoner,
He preached epiphanies to no avail.
Mocked and ridiculed,
His name stamped to history as a curse,
An object of scorn.
Take those very same words,
And preach it aloud as your own.
Praises and honor,
They await you for your wise insight,
A saying passed for generations.
Mugged up theories from forgotten men,
A claiming of honor by recitation.
Foul and purposeless,
Barren and unfruitful, you rob your neighbor's garden of its choicest fruits.
No requiem for a resting soul,
They've dug his grave for precious scrolls.
The nature of man is undoubtedly cruel,
Seen as virtue by his fellow fools.
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Contemplative Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry I made in my spare time. Please excuse the story cover, I am not an artist.
