Philosopher
Philosopher Old,
Philosopher Brave.
He speaks out to all that are enslaved.
Spends his life preaching through day and night,
while his words echo with might.
Fears not, that his enemies are enraged.
Philosopher Old.
Philosopher Brave.
The flowers grow tall upon your grave.
JSergi
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
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