Flamboyant Minds

As a righteous man,
you dare to dwell this land.
Castle’s built from sand.
People feed on rants.
But they yearn for a rescue. But rescue might come later.
So slavers wait forever while enjoying the bitterness.

The favors might have come, but not their fortunes.
So they’re lying on the ground
midst the great mess they created.
The favors might have come, but the Ravens ate them all.
And they lash, and they shout.
Midst the great mess nothing’s found.
Problems, once again,
come knocking vainly.
I’m the one handy
who stopped to solve it.
Scholars came and scholars urged. To stop me from what I’m doing
since that’s a futile attempt.
The favors might have come. The flowers might have bloomed.
But they are trampled down and crushed.
Oh, the stenches! Could not wash away, ol’ best perfume.
The favors might have come. The flowers might have bloomed.
while they’re lying on the ground.
Midst the great mess, they resound.
Lam Le.
(Featured picture taken by Rolf Dietrich Brecher)
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