For the tender souls to whom this applies
Show courage in the leer of the garden of eyes
Their sight has been trained for millennia now
To see contempt for those who won’t bow
Their irises lost to eons of learning
From an entity who preys on the innocent and yearning
Their knowledge contains an unspeakable terror
That ingrains the notion that a husk is fairer
Those who dare tread through this swamp full of sludge
Are pierced by views that insidiously judge
And when the weak dry out from the heat of their gaze
They crumble into mulch providing food for the maze
There are those who have weathered their venomous stare
Whose lights are worn proudly devoid of care
To those lost in the vines heavily blinded
You must flip the switch to leave them all blinded
Daniel,
For me, it’s a perfect description of what a particular group of people does or wants to do to others. Unfortunately, they are good at it.
Loved it.
Callie
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