Victims of the Unknowing
True judgment, the seed of disagreement,
Can never exist without true knowing.
Prognosticators spread in allegement,
Sages sternly warn of evil sowing.
Who can say what happens behind closed doors,
Shrouds of unknowing, known only by one.
Everyone else can create all horrors,
Only assuming what was truly done.
Such ignorance leads to adverse actions,
Advancing accused perpetrator's doom.
Separating others into factions,
Sealing the stone of the victim's dark tomb.
Before voicing any future hearsay,
Simply let your hidden thoughts fade away.
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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