Destiny Budd Poet Quatrain

Witness

A sour scene harasses me
I bite down on bitter words
Rotten souls parading
Wrongfully in heinous herds

Poison pours into streams
The stench violates the air
Choking's heard; muffled screams
The dictators call it fair

Refugees escape some lips
Few stand in brave breaths
Millions safe-kept secrets
More with nothing left

I witness wretched injustices
And carefully clench tight my teeth
My tongue won't make people listen
My hands shall take the lead

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James Chenevert August 4, 2011 at 1:42 PM When truth is revealed, it can not be hidden by lies. Good work, Jim

Steven Henderson August 4, 2011 at 11:16 AM Well said, Budd! Enjoyed and identify with! Steve

Joyce Johnson August 4, 2011 at 11:15 AM I agree it is better to act than to talk about it. Well said words do have to be released sometimes also. Which you did here. Thanks for your comments. I posted it for the contest "Put your self in the reader's shoes." Love, Joyce