Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Yes

I Learn

I learn to crawl, I learn to walk, I learn to eat I learn to talk
I learn to do what I am told, when to gamble and when to fold
I learn to turn and go forward, when to comply, when to be awkward
I tow the line, I drink the wine, let all believe all is fine
I learn this life is one big lie, can I change it. I can try

I learn that when you shout no one listens,

I learn not to go on preaching missions
I learn to whisper, you may bend to hear, I whisper straight I whisper clear
One day the whisper may become a roar, loud enough to open the door
A door into a freer world, one of truth and fairness pearled
I won’t be here, here to see, but please oh please, let it be.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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