Be Quiet
By Franklin Price
7/26/2015
Be quiet when helping
the sad or forlorn.
It's not in good taste
to blow your own horn
If you did a good deed,
just for others to see,
you are not the person,
that you ought to be.
The world’s dark pandemic
A Pure blood, a mixed blood or a half blood
East, west, south and north there is no difference
Rich or poor, what matters it’s that inside the one’s heart
Never blow your own horn, nor laugh at one’s fall
Neither inflict a wound twice, nor judge what you not sure of
Prejudice it’s a virus that kills
A weapon that destroyed many lives
Like a hungry fire in the dessert, it burns all hope, to plant hostility
And Spirit of avenges to harbors in the young minds
Love is no more; a person is mistaken for a prey.
If we harbor hate, we will reap despair.
Hone them whilst still young
Love them whilst they still care.
Victory is still ours, if we fight
We can still stop this pandemic
Of hate
Hidden behind those mirrors
Peeking for a glimpse
Who says there for whims?
Some many say it conceited
Others my feel cheated
But whatever the truth
Vanity is everyone’s suit
We all like praise in one form or another
So don’t act so bothered and smothered with shock
Go ahead take a look
admire yourself
If you don’t blow your own horn
Neither will anyone else
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