My Question.
Some hope that you will succumb to a dumb strength,
have you believe that only the harshness of rebellion will rescue you from passive regrets…
That the words you never spoke can be cleansed from the tongue with new issues and regrets
—- but it wouldn’t take long to see the folly in this.
People are a material commodity now,
fuel for aimless movements,
targets for manipulation
Just try this disease and you’ll feel all better
—-who can argue with these suspicions?
who can retain their will in this hungry age
where all decisions are left to the denomination party and race?
Who can escape the trappings of our hair ancestor’s sexuality?
Doggie!! I enjoyed this muchly. Beautiful poem