Real men of courage fight for Truth,
Truth that's so pure, without dilution.
Dilution grays the sight, blurs the Light
And Light so blurred can lead to Confusion.
Confusion sways to and fro like fickle waves,
Waves that leave the shore to flow with Doubt.
And Doubt has no solid ground, it lies in graves
Graves that are for the passive....in Silence shout.
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~07.25.15
HaH! Bravo, Poetess Cynthia! ! ! ...Never let it be said that Ms. Buhain Baellob would ever pass up a literary challenge, and in doing so, comes out with scent of baby sweetheart roses from the onset to the close-out of the challenge...What can I say but you do impress me, young missy....And the storyline, as well as the accompanying cemetery image? ....A W E S O M E! My kind of verse....Enjoy your weekend, Cyntha...And keep that platinum pen of yours pumping & pouring! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound poem, nicely written, thanks for sharing it.