Which Whisper To Follow Poem by Bonics Bachinela

Voices, hushed,
too dubious, a face, flushed

One in autonomy reverberating
to tasks forcibly commanding.

Enticing a moth to kill itself
in the fire's lair,

with camouflaged filth
to satiate one's girth.

The other, in compassion, plea
softly with affection,

reminded of the good sheep one was
anticipated by flocks, to be one of worthful leaders

where's name's remembered
in mem'ries instilled,

in hearts, throughout, lingered
and always shared,

where in unison cajoled,
a widespread harmony,

in tranquility, rested
with complacency.