I sense the
Scorching stares
Crawling distressingly
From head to sole,
Baring the superficial;
Unsolicited glances
Pierce skin to core,
Tormenting the soul,
Inches to whole.
Fiery lips whisper of
Burning prejudice;
Thunderous derision,
Pauper in compassion.
Soaked in their
Righteous cloak, not
Yielding to the call of
Reasons and truth --
But to judge their oath.
Β©danabelle 09.30.12
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