Rooted deep in fertile feeling
a grapevine claws at fences of bias
bearing fruits with fiery tang.
Guilt-stained hands harvest early
by twisting tendrils of belief.
Plucked before proof
then pressed in prejudice.
Poured into goblets of decibels
the juice stains the brain.
Intoxication smears the senses and
hysteria is bottled for broadcast.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
Online) - Published: September 18th, 2025 08:16
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Comments1
Well written this metaphoric work is very close to one that I a posting tomorrow. Very nice and a fave
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