The Forged Tongue…
Standing in a graveyard alone
to mourn, to stare at the mound
of dirt, below was the shell of the
one who loved but a few. The seed
of kindness never sowed, the love
they did not seek. Now silence lies
beneath. Entitlement is all that
remains, no grief, no greeting,
unwanted presence, gestures, tone
and in death, there was a joy of
greedy ploys. Gluttony bloomed
before the setting sun, looking
for more to take; life took on a
forged tongue. Open jeers, false
deeds, and honor lost, the price of
greed can be at great cost. Roars
the misty breath of strife and
destiny has finally caught up with
your liar’s life.
©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
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