Subtlety Has No Place In This Life
Subtlety has no place in this life
A life of blatancy which allows no secret
Somewhere lost is discretion
Some place among the rising pile of greed
Truth is only interesting if something can be made of it
Be it fortune, fame, or power
No longer are we admirers of dignity
But exploiters of vulnerability
Let us return now to that place,
Where all is death beside our truth
When what is treasured is our love
For others above ourselves
For days will come when nothing that
We see or hear or feel
Will matter any longer
When Death knocks on the door
Donna Golden
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