Torches Not Swords
Oh these words fell so harshly
spread amongst our beaten ears
a lashing cruelly shared
....perpetuated
....flames stoked by hot air
Ugly sides of bitter souls
mirthfully determined to discourage
grasping for sullen companions
spreading the black thin and wide
embracing the abyss blissfully
Fear and distrust given contagious wings
A vengeful hawk soaring
manipulating the wind of lies
then perches again on
the arm of a deceitful handler
Confounded masses fed from a trough
a slop of negative gruel sated the willing
gluttons conspire to poison naive revelers
hand feeding susceptible fawns tainted grain
leaving plague like damage in wake.....
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Blessed are those souls refusing to succumb
filtering and illuminating, nurturing clarity and wisdom
passing torches, not swords, in which to battle blindness
freeing thought through expression and uninhibited honesty
curing the poison of prejudice with the light of love and humanity
Copyright © Steve Voorhees | Year Posted 2009
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