Pages rewrite history
Some burn in silence
Lies replace truth of mysteries
Erased with violence
On opposite ends
Both equal in value
One being the house of trends
While at times the other is treated
Like a worthless statue
Words being their access
Their mouths being the door
Their tongues being the handle
Gets cut off and thrown to the floor
On their last legs, accessorizing a noose
Scholars, prophets, preachers and truth seekers
End, humming the blues
The moment we become a victim of our fears
Is the very moment the devil appears
How brilliant! I believe strongly in the two ending lines. Well written
great poem with great imagery and words thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Victim of our fears, love that part... thanks for sharing. Added you to my favorite poets. :)