Ode To Rupi
The sheep all feast on milk and honey
it's empty and it's meaningless but it's packaged up just right
Words of legends go ignored
in the shadow of this fraud
while the flock will head toward what they've been told to
Today everything seems watered down
the fakes have climbed the tree
it's all about who wears the crown
and runs from dignity
It seems the further back I go
the more treasure I find
treasure for the soul
treasure for the mind
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2017
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