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the window into you
is one seldom if few ever open limited optics and yet they believe they see you for miles and miles I say: "please, have your sentences in order and do not summarize based upon who you think you see..." its almost as if some of them have not learned to read (or see) nor opened a book nor lived their lives long enough to know of experience its those who've made up their minds in a glance and would call their opinions discernment yet judge by their limited circumstance who ought not speak its true we all judge and we judge our own judging yet there's a difference between passing judgment and looking down on and not looking into, isn't there? with all the details right under our very noses the tacit evidence and not the facts we've chosen and re-arranged/ do we have the ability to ask to put ourselves to task and challenge the paths we've traveled and yet, the choice, too often, seems for some is not to choose this is dumb prejudice and how much better it would be if prejudice remained dumb and could not ever speak it seems at times silence comes from the loving and the strong and not from minds and mouths of the weak legal copyright for this poem 10:14am pacific standard time May 23 2020 time and date stamped and also for this poet/writer MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE-MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD I AM REMINDED OF A TUNE CALLED WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?...LONG TIME PASSING "OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN, OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN?" I wonder what my Grandparents would think if they were alive... to see this discord and dissonance. My parents too would be astounded and I fear...feel all the better to be gone...even though I know how much we all love our lives and would prefer to live them... I pray for better times...and a better man to lead. I don't believe in Demagogues yet I believe we have one regaling in his fitful states of random infantile powers. Vote for this poem |
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