Oh What Fools We Are

Oh how are we such fools? Fools who utter words we seldom mean and reckon. Casting a blind eye, to those that heed to words spoken. Oh what fools are we? That fathom from earth’s best But become its worst. Oh how we are such fools As we spit out words; Words we mean not; As we make them slur To confuse endearing hearts. What has become of our kind? What has become of this generation of ours? Oh what fools we are; As we tread on words that hath no depth Words of deceit. Wouldn't the very best of our ancestors be dismayed? Oh what fools are we? Fools that carry hearts delicately To a place of supreme jubilation With no intent of tarrying there long. When did it become of pardon? A great bard once scribbled “Speak clearly if you speak at all; Carve every word before you let it fall; And do not forget to act on it” Oh what fools we have become Betrothed to a world of nothing but treachery A great bard’s word we have taken So lightly, so without regard Oh what fools we have become Fools who speak ever so eloquently With nothing but malice we intend Oh lord, what fools we are What fools we have become. © Herzel Poshiwa