You may wonder why
Friendly folk with forked tongues
Try to foil uncommon common sense
And make us often feel as if our fate
Was written on someone else’s
Broad forehead by mistake–
You may wonder how
We daily glide through a downpour of lies
With the confidence of those
Who fly without borrowed wings
To a place that makes us pause
Before the walls close in–
And wonder and reflect on those
Who betrayed their flag and desert friends,
Those who lynched the bewildered innocent
And those who simply could not see
A smiling pretty woman
With faith in one hand
And potassium cyanide in the other
Feed her relatives,one by one,
Their last supper.
The unsuspecting reader will find this to be an enticing excursion into the realms of the existential.
Thank you,Louis.
This one hits right where it should. “Foil uncommon common sense’ is an expression that is right on so many levels. The imagery here is an vivid and intense
Thank you,my dear Nisha.