“If you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad”
1984 G. Orwell
here at the coven of controversial virtues
we are iconoclasts welcoming betrayal
gone the old Grand Master, gender born gurus
the silk prophetess handing wisdoms out to all
far above board now and risen from beneath
heads without quarters in a social media virtual sphere
tongues all-a-twitter behind faceless lasered teeth
whisperers will pass around the crowd's timepiece history
fake news and herd views for modern pamphleteers
wipe away eternally the fading face of memory
those grinning generations of silent yesteryears
fathom all these details in minutiae of milky stars
shadows in the water make people paramount
if you have a lone voice trash it with your memoirs
one is not a number and only numbers count
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie this week gave us a variety of imaginative titles to compose poem or story from. I’ve integrated multiple titles here for Writing Prompt #317 It’s all in the title
And since it’s Sunday I’m offering this up to the Poetry Pantry
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