The Age of Outspoken Opinion
The Poison Tipped Arrow, Poised to Shoot
Drawn by a Misguided Hand
Timidly Lowered
Falling, Meets the Ground
Forsaken by the Archer
Reviled by Passersby
Decaying, Rotten, Decomposing, Forgotten
Unspoken Opinion
A Philosophy Imagined by the Masses
Silencing Unpopular Thoughts
A Bridle for the Questioning
Quarantine the Insanity so that it May Not Spread
Cover the Ears of the Small
Lest They Hear the Words Exchanged
Sliding Off the Tongue
Dripping From the Mouth
The Poison of the Arrow
For It Shall Surely Break Them
Not So
For When the Arrows Falls
And is Forgotten
It's Decomposition Shall Give Life to a New Idea
So That the Age of Unspoken Opinion
Will Be No More
