Yonder flower wilts in step.
With every misladen drip of water
From the baren field.
Resonates only lost dispondence.
Too shallow to hold, volume. Too vague to see, impertinence.
Too quick to judge, the circumstance.
Not read or fed beyond the soil.
Sad to think. So influenced,
Through ignorance in grained.
And heritage with still
it breeds,
Inside the brain restained.
knotalya 