Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying
Listen; the shovels of subservience
Bury truth but carve out your grave.
If a measure of wisdom still remains;
Listen attentively and lift up your eyes.
Remember what you learned as a child.
Release the thirst for ill-gotten gains.
Look upon the mound of soil
Incline your head to this word,
Don't disregard this pronouncement.
In time, it rewards your labour and toil.
Taste with your scalded tongues,
Your now-forgotten native fare.
Wonder at that temperamental jive;
An archived litany of faults harangue.
Let inherited prudence beseech;
Open ears and responsive hearts
No longer make light of death:
Salvation now placed within our reach.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-02-26 at 12:17
Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Arkayye
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