Caveat To The Unschooled Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Be careful. I say, be very careful.
Doubt is an armor; trust is a weakness.

Do not just kiss the gleaming white paper
with your thumb marinated in violet fluid.
You do not know if it is your death sentence,
or a sturdy high fence to keep you off your land,
or an absorbent sponge to sop up your sanity
or a sell-out of your soul or your possession,
or a permanent pact with the Devil himself
Education has attached hideous horns to faces,
Even to those that look like cherubs or seraphs.

Those who trounce deceit need no paper
For a handshake can do as well as it does
Honesty is from the heart, not the schools.