Man is born free and virtuous through,
But chains himself to vice that woos.
Below the heart for without license,
Like a double burning stick of incense.
Breathed and forgotten like a book.
So seldom this that took,
Freedom and chained the worm upon the hook.
For not without bite, in spite I sit and wait for walls that shake.
And earth and mind to quake, to not forsake what's right.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2025 10:53
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Comments2
A thought provoking poem. Very nice
That is a interesting and thoughtful provoking write, one to get the cogs turning, enjoyed the read
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