Behold The Fool’s Gold

The eyes are but shallow vials 
beneath? the hollow cravens of empty souls
The rouse! this reverberating rubbish
whimsically resonating that within truth unfolds
 
Timid fools tight-lipped transmissions of fiction
surname in a twitter tweet right before conviction
Venting anger their venomous vernacular vibrates
their unsung hero’s utterance before he capitulates
Wagging tongues wailing before wheezing whimpers
turbulent still tone-deaf to the unspeakable is simpler
Sweeping stress squawks and squeals in proclamations
       poetic poetry in play promulgating ignorant justifications
    

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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