Hate Will Never Pass the Test - Part 1 of 2
Along a winding weaving road
with trees now half past tall
A rooster sits atop his perch
to sing his morning call
But there upon a twisted branch
behind the barnyard fence
A creature sits and lies in wait
at everyone’s expense
With feathers black, a beak of gold
and claws to hold on tight
I’ve never seen his like before
It’s such an awful sight
I did my best ignoring him
but oh those beady eyes
They followed every move I made,
my fear I can’t disguise
When then I heard a scratchy voice
like echoes in the field
or nails upon a blackboard dragged,
that awful sound they yield
“I hear you are a poet sir,
let’s have a verse or two”
I just kept walking right on past,
I’ve many things to do
“Like Shakespeare or that Cohen guy,
I’m told you are so good
Come on recite a stanza now,
I really wish you would”
“I never mentioned poetry,
I never said a word
I don’t know where your facts come from
or anything you’ve heard”
“You said you were a poet sir
I know that’s what you said
The words you spoke the other day
they rattle in my head”
“No such thing was mentioned here
Why do you spread such lies
Just leave me be and fly on off
to someone else’s skies”
I started running down the path
but he just flapped his wings
Pecking at my shoulders bare
and many other things
I ran, I fell, I skinned my knee
He laughed and wore a smile
“You can’t fool me, I know your type,
I recognize your style”
“The greatest poet in the world,
there only can be one
And I am he and don’t forget,
now get along and run”
If you enjoyed this, please read part 2 for the conclusion.
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