When people ask, do you disclose your preference?
borrowed and defenseless
feathers in the fog flapping
bloodied fingers feeble tapping.
We seduce a sudden smile
comfort and crass across the mile
marching the sheep into the fire
the undisputed champion liar.
Our wayward judgements
are moral entrenchments
with the promise of praise
from the mountain jury
in moon’s mad haze.
You're on it.
Not really...We someitmes personalize the "plight" or situation of our home or country and we are usually less wise because of it, or maybe even judged by the country/mountain through a dim and crazed light.
I refuse to blame a rhyming scheme for my message being missed...