See the crows with bloody beaks
that pluck the tongues
through which truth speaks
See the men with bloody tongues
that strike out truth
were e're it comes
See the scribes with words writ wrong
who care not where
their ink comes from
See the eyes that welcome blight
that fills their soul
yet steals their sight
See all this yet carry on?
you'll have no voice
when all is gone
Thank you Graham and Holden for your flowers,
David
Absolutely Flyntland,
Take some kind of action, however seemingly so small use your voice.
I am genuinely grateful for your words, thankyou.
David RL Moore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5J8Ca2WCc0
A strong poem with a sense of foreboding and a powerful warning to respond or disappear without trace.
"See the men with bloody tongues
that strike out truth
were e're it comes."
This poem is written with a heartfelt passion that chills the soul.
Thank you for your like Flyntland,
always most welcome...
David
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David RL Moore
Fri 28th Mar 2025 14:15
Thanks to those who have sent likes.
David RL Moore