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A plate filled ...


Psalm 34:8 

Taste and see that the Lord is good!
How blessed is the one who takes shelter in Him!

 

A plate filled ...

 

I filled a plate with imaginary desires,

just wanted to see who would eat away.

Who would stuff themselves in a moment

and who would save some for a rainy day?

 

After some chewing and gorging

some truly thought it to be real.

Was it intended to be scorching

their simple souls through fake appeal?

 

Who is it … who is constantly feeding?

The masses who have lost their taste?

Is it the media or our leaders

or the greedy for gain in haste?

 

Deceit here and there … in a hurry

to flavor facts and marinate truth,

until the facts are quickly buried

in the human mind as one aloof.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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