When the World Has Spoken

When the world has spoken'
Tis,  not the words that last
Nor the vowel's...
or Consonant's

Not the fine white paper
That burns beneth 
A  cold mountain of time

Nor the Ink that bestows the beauty of the past

Defined in another mundane collection

Its the being that brought forth thy message

True angel of peoples perception

 The remnants
Of socail complexion

Who are you
Hero of words

Threw you and threw me

The hour turns