Poem -

Silk scarf of conspiracy

Silk scarf of conspiracy

The silk scarf
has been placed
Over the breathing
Apparatus 
Of my soul
With the intent
Of smothering 
Out 
Any signs
Of a spirit
A self will
Perseverance 
or fighting
characteristics
that I may still
Posess.

Fear of
Knowledge
Ignorance
To truth
Drives  
The weak
who have
Been politically 
Empowered
To sit upon 
The throne

Intellectual 
greatness,
Thirst
To broaden
The narrow
Telescope 
That limits
Our view,
Is met 
With contempt
As it threatens
the 2 digit
IQ's
Of those 
Who
Hold power

Suppressed  by a yoke
Of blinded
Faith,
the
Uneducated
Flock to
Graze upon
A scorched
Meadow
Called
Existence 
hoping 
To receive 
Some redeeming 
Nourishment
In the end.

The outcome is  apparent
You cannot
thrive
by being
led
by those
Who  cannot
See.....

 

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Marion

Agreed agreed agreed!! Powerful write ??

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Tony Taylor

Amen Brother.....I don't know why you would 'Tag' this as Abstract?!.....I see it as straight forward, in your face, bluntly-yet-poetically based TRUTH..... In EVERY sense of the word itself.... you have such a consistent voice when it comes to criticizing and squaring off against ALL the corruptness and miscarriages of justice that this world faces!!.....NEVER lose that passion GREG!!..... you're VERY good at it..... Born to do it!!.......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!....... well penned my friend!!...... Miss speaking with You!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo.   : )

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