The Four Feathers

I am in the minority 
Yet no feelings of inferiority 
Staying silent in the crowd
No need to shout out loud
Seeing what I see
Still remaining free 
Always watching from the hill
Feeling calm-Being still
Never going toe to toe
With other people 
Who just don’t know
Sucked in sucker punched 
Selling their soul
For a free lunch…. 
 

Angry men-Tin men
No heart-No soul
No depth or understanding 
Straw men-Clay men
Runaway men…
I have been all of these
Like four feathers in the breeze
But life has brought me to my knees 
As I figure out who I should be 
Now just myself living by grace 
Showing love-Bringing peace
To every person every place 
No longer a coward 
Making a stand
Drawing my line in the sand
Encircled killed buried dead
Here lays a once solid man…
 
 
Mark C Bolton, March 2024
@urbandandyLDN
 
 

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