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I avert my gaze from the crowd
Make them think I’m crying
When in reality, I grin.
They all claim to be Saints
Singing hymns at heaven’s gate
But they know,
And I know
Corruption starts in the mouth
Spreads faster than any disease
And God?
He watches them gasp
Amused at how insufferable
And uninhabitable they’ve become.
Humans.
About the Creator
Diana C.
Here to pen, polish and provoke thoughts.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
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