So good to be believed in
But regardless, regardless
As stands we take, here we draw a line
You cannot deny us the essence we hold
And think ill of our dreams so strong
To think you weild in holding hands
Enough dark fate to bring death to growth
On seedlings we keep in the greenhouse nurtured
Watered, and so dearly, much, much cared for
Do you not know that death, in its full glory
Does not become of all with life
Even after bush fire's rage
How else do you think life evolved
After the death of the dinosaur
And whatever caused such trend
I have come to know of you
Of your acid tongue, observed
I have seen you burn a few, as witness
To know what most you take delight in
To relish in the fall of good men
By your scant scandal;
We sprinkle salt on our door steps
We sprinkle salt to ward off
To uphold our worth in salt
You cannot deny us the essence we hold
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i like the strength in those words....and the symbolism of laying the salt on the door way as well...
Such a universal substance - required for life, but also so acrid. Very interesting. k.
ReplyDeleteI suddenly feel thirsty! Delightful.
ReplyDeleteSalt that flavors and binds
ReplyDeleteVery nice...like weaving magic. 'Ashindwe' in swahili. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeletejust awesome your words depict life like dew. many thanks
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