The urn continued to grow
in numbers for over the years—
still remain undiscovered.
Trapped by the bait
with no bails are sent
to the dungeons
for decades without sanctions.
When the body is proven
clean,
fat men
in fit uniform
unlock the bolts—
too late for some
to flap
their wings again
and
fly.
Lives there are wrecked;
Some are paying
the debt they don't owe
as some accept the judgements
not theirs.
©Wayne 2021,
excluded lines in "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...
