When this
friendly weather is cruel
to the puppeteers' show,
they certainly wash their hands
and give all spectacles
to the impoverished marionettes
and sit on the wheelchair.
Dirty hands
from the poisoned temple,
magically passed
all accountabilities
to the unenlightened
who just obeyed
the orders
in order to continue
to breath in this
ever gnawing
world unsettled.
© Wayne | January 2021
Excluded lines in the 2021 poetry, "The Dawning Flowers in the Lost Paradise"
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Wayne on Foot (Poetry)
PoesíaWayne on Foot is a compilation of the wild and vivid images of the author, put into writing in order for the readers feel and imagine the wonders of being an optimist person. See contents inside! A. Poetry (English, Filipino, Cebuano) B. Quotations...
