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Found Poetry 407

10/18/20

overflowing language from broke people
perform a joke as truth under a steeple
we should mock them as empty vaults
as flocks flock seeking miracle results
constant lies about nature make my blood boil
crying like infants wet with holy water snake oil
though all observe their main promise is void of premise
they twist logic and somehow have condemned us
as I turn man-made pages from the dark ages
I learn willing ignorance gives no special advantage

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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