Suffer Not the Children

What topic is taboo for the sensitivities of you

Who would censurize the view

From the heights to which you flew?


So we must watch our p’s and q’s

And we must not and we must do

Even though we have not a clue of the Truth.


And then you take to make control a fate complete

As you would choose your point to bring it home and beat

Upon my head, my heart, my back, my soul or seat

In terms my being cannot long in time refute.


So I become like you a lost and weary human

Who does not know the journey home for the humble true man

And must begin to think alone himself an island

Where the Spirit becomes stultified and mute.

2012.03.28.0700 ©

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