One cannot think
And blindly follow
As a horrid potion one must drink
And kindly swallow
The color of one's trust
Some say, must be red, some blue
But I say with disgust
Stand defiant and politely eschew
Walk to the well unaccompanied; crystal and clear
For thought went into those waters, for this cup I share
You are very good with rhymes dear, thanks for sharing this wonderful piece
A refined poetic imagination, Alfred Barna. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Utopian political ideals come at the enormous cost of personal liberty - your pen is filled with wisdom.