Breath of fresh air
Words now prosaic
We have plenty to spare
Words, they end up
In pages in books
History framed by
Victors, cowards and crooks
But actions, they often
Change this selfish world
Sometimes for the better
They're banners unfurled
Still I prefer action
Its conduits though rare
When words became useless,
We had plenty to spare.
4 comments:
So true !!!
But what about thoughts....Woman of thoughts !!!
:)
I like this. Love the section
"Words, they end up
In pages in books
History framed by
Victors, cowards and crooks"
for the rhyme and rhythm.
Wonderful! You have a way with words. :)
Thank you guys!
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