The Visionary
He saw what his fellow man could not see.
They, lost in clouds, had truly turned from truth to infamy.
The ability to question now is all but lost!
To get along, be popular, no matter what the cost?
In the end, what's the point of going on?
Life is an adventure and a search.
He knew better than to see man develop lives no more significant
than a perch!
Those who ask questions are rare and very dear.
They have seen their own souls in a mirror.
Civilizations that are run by lies and insane leaders do not survive.
On mediocrity,they simply cannot thrive!
The visionary needs to stop hiding and cease playing the class clown.
Humanity cannot rise when dictatorially, slapped down.
As truth seekers are now silenced, don't you see?
That we humans, with a ring in our nose,
Will never again smell the scent of freedom's rose!
2/4/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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