The Wisest of Us All
He, with his fingers curved in a fist
Raised in the air
Protesting broken harmonies
Fights back in belief,
In morals and prosperity.
While she, martyr of disdain
Speaks in a tounge not even she can understand
Captured in her imaginary world
Of ignorance and innocence
Flees from the land
Their daughters live in fear
Their sons live in lies
Sacred bonds broken
Knowing nothing of tryth,
Of faith, of hope
And yet, it is the abandoned infant
Remining free, uncontrolled, pure
Capable, beautiful, benevolent
Seeing, unblinded, untampered by our ways makes it true:
The infant is the wisest of us all
Raised in the air
Protesting broken harmonies
Fights back in belief,
In morals and prosperity.
While she, martyr of disdain
Speaks in a tounge not even she can understand
Captured in her imaginary world
Of ignorance and innocence
Flees from the land
Their daughters live in fear
Their sons live in lies
Sacred bonds broken
Knowing nothing of tryth,
Of faith, of hope
And yet, it is the abandoned infant
Remining free, uncontrolled, pure
Capable, beautiful, benevolent
Seeing, unblinded, untampered by our ways makes it true:
The infant is the wisest of us all
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Wow. Um... please tell me what you think!