Poem: Blank Canvas

 

The beginning of human time,

we were nothing but here,

all we had was our feelings

to paint on our blank canvas.

Meddlers meddled,

sheep followed,

sheep forgot scientists and religious workers

were just human too

with a blank canvas to paint,

instead they took them as experts

who knew who other people were

better than themselves.

Sheep were seduced by the “experts”,

everyone else used their own minds,

their non-brainwashed, natural minds

to put forward their authentic selves.

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One comment on “Poem: Blank Canvas

  1. Brilliant composition of words. A great and truthful read.

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