The bloviate voices bellow
unbound by morality
or the clarity of logic
that rational people seek.
I search the multitude
of men and women
for the ecstasy
of a poet’s euphony.
But the unmoved masses
do not parlay that way.
They simmer in their hate,
rage when they
don’t get their way,
causing strangers
undue amounts of pain.
In an autumnal day
I am impelled
by the sharpness
of these unmovable hearts.
However, my mettle is molten
marked by my persistence
as I seek the betterment
of all mankind.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
The bloviate voices bellow
unbound by morality
or the clarity of logic
that rational people seek.
I search the multitude
of men and women
for the ecstasy
of a poet’s euphony.
But the unmoved masses
do not parlay that way.
They simmer in their hate,
rage when they
don’t get their way,
causing strangers
undue amounts of pain.
In an autumnal day
I am impelled
by the sharpness
of these unmovable hearts.
However, my mettle is molten
marked by my persistence
as I seek the betterment
of all mankind.
