What If You Are Wrong
You know within that you are right!
Your words tear at our guarded flesh.
Canines raging at every bite.
Life's essence weeps after each thresh.
Silence does not mean we agree.
Taking each jab of your blunt prong,
Our eyes fixed on what you don’t see.
I must ask you, "What if you're wrong?"
11/10/17
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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