Abrupt JudgmentA Poem by Phillip FrancisIn the absence of confidence, we are
prone to supplement with conformity. Obedience is the mask of Death with tyrannical
hands strangling liberty. When we accommodate
social norms we play into the hands of the privileged. We must question and push the bounds of
comfort.
There is right, but there is no wrong
answer.
There is no life after death, but we
will live forever.
There is a way to be cordial,
without continuously taking it on the chin.
This existence is decided, but we
have the power to change the path.
The ramblings of madness open the
doors to balance.
Change only comes with fracturing
the walls that currently bind us in despondence. Only then can we pick up the
rumble and begin to rebuild a new Eden.
© 2016 Phillip FrancisReviews
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