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A plate filled


 

Psalm 34:8

8 Oh taste and see that Yahweh is good.

    Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.

 

A plate filled …

 

I filled a plate with imaginary desires,

I 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 a 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?

 

The deceit's here and there but 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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Fitty
It's an interesting poem I don't mind to say
Sabahat
It's fantastic
CierraJ
<p>AMEN!!</p>

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