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Did I Hear That Right? One could pale at hearing a tale of ole where skeletons still sit thickened by dusty layers of lies. In a kitchen from years ago when families had nothing better to do than gossip over the weekly foe. Though years pass the stories never change Poor found ideas and untruth blamed Like the word game of: “Jim Smith helped his grandmother fold her laundry one day while she was sick.†"TO" “Jim Smith once spit in his sick grandmother’s underwear and never told her.†Jim was doomed by town media how else would anyone ever remember him? The change was much more intoxicating to repeat. So shall we sit quiet and not be picked apart leave a tender heart blessed by lawns set in front of those faded. Forever lies with stories untrue which have been bid adieu in a cresting over, Roads circled, crossed and burned the flames put out and the pages have turned. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2010-07-03 13:02:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
The ability of the media to alter history is amazing. What is more amazing is the lethargy of those listening, or the ignorance of those listening; that they let mistruths and half-truths continue unchallenged.
That is what I have to say to you; you haven’t let it go unchallenged. These day the media is filled with those rewriting history to coincide with their modern view of it all.
Thanks for taking the time.