poem of the day November 14

 

Good but 

worn words

spoken by those

who use their 
lips as confusion

mispronouncing truths

that are self evident

Soiling the water 

of stagnant democracy 

Hand feeding 

these good

worn words

to lost souls

Twisting their 

meanings

upside down

Twisting the truth

around so these

old worn words

appear backwards

like smile frowns