See the crows with bloody beaks
that pluck the tongues
through which truth speaks
See the men with bloody tongues
that strike out truth
were e're it comes
See the scribes with words writ wrong
who care not where
their ink comes from
See the eyes that welcome blight
that fills their soul
yet steals their sight
See all this yet carry on?
you'll have no voice
when all is gone
At cruelty, sometimes, I'd sit and weep,
But now the time has come to stand and speak,
Lest when they've come for them, they come for me.
💗💐
Thank you James,
I'm so pleased you saw the hope in this.
The repetetive use of the word "see" is intended to provoke the idea of action as opposed to mere spectating. With this juxtapose I had hoped to suggest the aspect of hope.
I am pleased you felt hope in this piece, as was my desire.
David RL Moore
Beautifully crafted David, and I enjoyed your delivery immensely!!!
For what it's worth, although you paint a bleak image - I found your message hopeful (beleive it or not).
Let us find courage, and do what we can 😉
Thanks to those who have sent likes.
David RL Moore
Thank you Graham and Holden for your flowers,
David
Absolutely Flyntland,
Take some kind of action, however seemingly so small use your voice.
I am genuinely grateful for your words, thankyou.
David RL Moore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5J8Ca2WCc0
A strong poem with a sense of foreboding and a powerful warning to respond or disappear without trace.
"See the men with bloody tongues
that strike out truth
were e're it comes."
This poem is written with a heartfelt passion that chills the soul.
Thank you for your like Flyntland,
always most welcome...
David
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David RL Moore
Fri 18th Apr 2025 15:17
Thanks Uilleam,
David