Prejudice leads one down a dark
Narrow path
Straight as an arrow
Fear
And ignorance
Reign supreme
At the end of the well-worn path
A tree waits.
YOU ARE READING
Drifting Thoughts
ŞiirThoughts drifted about my head No longer to be contained Spread forth across the paper Spilled ink.* *Yes, that is reference to another of my pieces; it amuses me, so why not?
