Wise Monkeys


Three wisdoms, guardians of what we see
And speak and hear as we strive to live free
Ancient thoughts of how simple things should be
I heard as a child on my granny’s knee
It’s so easy it could only confound
A world with evil living all around
How can we turn from what’s before our eyes
As another soul claimed by hatred dies
Or close our ears to a child as he cries
As he sees the coldness in love’s demise
It’s tearing the life from those seen as weak
For staying silent not daring to speak
So much for all this magic and mystique
If none dare to hear the innocent shriek

 

© JG Farmer 2015

Form: Romblomanon Sonnet

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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