What is the purpose
Of that forked tongue in your mouth
To shew forth allegiance to the north
While bowing to the south
Nothing more or less than Babel
Sounds choking forth from a stiff neck
I see, I know, I have wisdom
That I have a duty to project
Nothing but lies, soothsaying at best
Rings forth to the pious and those with an agenda
It matters not who your "god" is
When confirmed information is given freely...by the lender
Honestly, are that stupid
Did you not know TRUTH
....movement always has a price
Just because you were blinded
By magical promise of youth
Doesn't mean the collector won't take you
......in the night
You have dug a giant hole
Where you and your lot will fall
The lies woven in idolatry
Will make a final call
...and you will bow
However, if there be a glimmer of seed
That remains in that hardened heart
WORD will harvest TRUTH
When the authority of your head is driven apart
When stiff necks and stony hearts
Refuse to bow to TRUTH
Words will cease to mean
In the presence of WISDOM'S sleuth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-12-2022
Note: I wrote the poem in anger, so don't look for art.
