Sound the flute
Deep calls unto deep
Who's wise among my offsprings?
All are lame and invalid
Hands stained with blood
Blow trumpets to the east
Wisdom sleeps no one is safe
All springs are poisoned
They used to fly and perch
Look around they have deserted
No place to call a home
Arrows of betrayal sank in their hearts
Oh! Lung cancer! Air I breath
Stomach ulcers! Water I take
All springs are dead
Fight for your springs
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This may be actual but metaphorically it is strong and speaks out to keep the springs of knowledge clean and free, to not poison the mind. Well done
We must protect the springs of life, for if we allow them to dry then we suffer the consequences mentally, physically and spiritually. You have expressed yourself and your concerns very eloquently in this poem, we should all sit up and take notice. Good write!
'Deep calls unto deep'
what depth of wisdom in your poetic ink
wise Poet
a great write! thank you
(i hope the cancer reference
was just for imagery kind friend)
It's not imagery dear LB... It's the reality of imagery... I want to be the change I desire .. the influence I dream of ... the teacher I write off ... the visions I see.... The cancer here is imagery but close to reality ... I have a positive mind that nothing is impossible for them that are courageous to bring these changes .... Iam one of them
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