<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Empty Cans, Noisy Gongs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How come it is their unwritten rule<br>That seems to dictate and dominate, <br>Generalizing us as basal fools<br>In this a venue for Freedom's fate? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps the Power of these words<br>Cut close to where the heart wounds were, <br>Hidden slyly with meticulous cords<br>Childhood pain buried deeply there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bitter tendrils of forgotten Anger<br>Wrapped so to keep the Mind enclosed<br>And morbid Darkness becomes its Ruler<br>To sit enthroned, with Pride - repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When touched by Truth it shrieks repulsion<br>Poetic tantrums as words fly about<br>Armed with blind aggressive Retaliation<br>It stoops to the level of Ridicule's shouts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mocking God and what others stand for -<br>Its a poetic display of empty Rhetoric<br>Has no iota of basis, hollow to the core! <br>Exposes a Soul so sad and pathetic! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit<br>before a fall.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The fool says in his heart, there is no God, '<br>Psalm 53: 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cynthia+Buhain-Baello">Cynthia Buhain-Baello</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359516" data-title="Empty Cans, Noisy Gongs de Cynthia Buhain-Baello" data-description="How come it is their unwritten rule That seems to dictate and dominate, Generalizing us as basal fools In this a venue for Freedom's fate? Perhaps the Power of these words Cut close to where the heart wounds were, Hidden slyly with meticulous ..."></div> </div> </div>

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