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The Word

The Word

 

Pluck the word of conscience
and wait until ignition
Steal from the word of crime
so give to some a mission
Would spying on the word sight
lead us to a vision
Taken only the word of god
not ever true contrition

Now hear the word of a leader
say, sow no more seed
Bring out the word of knight
stand it by noble deed
Then finds a word like social
to mark us to our creed
Trite is the word of king
highest point of greed

Then clutch a word like move
to help us reach our goal
To trace a word like mile
can have a pricey toll
Or the simple word of honour
then most will seek control
Only the word of honest men
has use of, the true soul

 

 

 

 

— Roscoe Lane, Dec 01, 2009

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Region, Country: Scotland, Ayrshire land of Burns.., GBR

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weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

Don't know how this got missed,

clever device and nicely constructed. But it did get missed. I found it by checking the "Lonely Poems" list. You tell me, why do you think no-one commented? Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
Roscoe Lane

Roscoe Lane

16 years 5 months ago

Not sure

Thank you very kindly Jess, as to why it got missed i'm not sure i can answer, there is a busy stream here, and it's hard work reading all. So i'm flattered by your appraising, but would have to answer negatively to your question.