The words are written on the Scroll
The cowards chastise with Silent Scold
The indignant frowns of frightened clowns
Who've forgotten the sight and sound of soul
Masquerade as appointed Saints...
condemn with enmity the unfettered Face
And twist their terror up into burdens...
Certain their concern for the herd is pertinent
To the continuance of the human Race
The Scroll is inCessant
In cesspools of blessed dissent that strips
The walking monument bare
Tears the lessons from the grips of talking heads
with inverse stares
Glaring at the undisturbed players
And swearing their prayers have been wearing
Their sins
Too loosely
Too muzzled to reMember what life was and is
Puzzling figments of favorite wishes
That glow in Sees so full of fishes
That all who perceive the Dream Shall Eat
All who Scroll shall Feed their Souls
Both old and News in pairs of truths
Held together by AssUmptIons of youth
Held to gather with no contact of Yous
Yeah, You
IcU
InTernal Care Units
Muting the beautiful smooth glare of.....who?
Copyright Charleen Johnston
7-28-20
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