Intelligence
A measure of the grasp,
Of life on this planet Earth,
Is reasonably shown as intelligence.
Alas does the tongue of man,
Spoil another’s bread,
By words and words of simple evil.
They sharpen their minds,
Broaden them to a point of lesser thinking,
And they rise above those fallen warriors.
A sphere of glass,
Cannot predict one’s future,
Hence the laws of common man.
Why say what is unknown,
To you,
And praise yourself for false conclusions.
An evaluation,
Of intelligence,
Measures only mental security.
What about those fallen warriors,
Who have not risen from defeat,
Who show their strengths that have fallen as thee.
The values of great Owl,
And system of us,
Tie together in not a way.
Priorities vary,
By warriors and kingdoms,
Ever so different.
The different levels of intelligence,
Measured by a priority varied,
Can have no measures to the soul.
Copyright © Payton Avila | Year Posted 2018
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