Mark Robbins
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Who are these naysayers that amble by?
Frothing at mouth and lost in coy smiles.
Throats all hoarse and tongues des'rt dry,
While shapes with mangled edges lie,
In skewed demeanor and irreverant i.
What origins of these oracles be?
That transform word and parts of speech,
And bask in throngs of luxury?
What happened to a tempered knee?
And what of their mediocrity?
Where lives the house they speculate?
This land of harp and 'thedrals great,
A place of love and recreate.
Only for those still shy of eight?
I fear such news has come to late.
Why do they preach from pulpit side?
When all they propigate are lies,
Who among us will not die?
Where comes this rush to pacify?
What fear is this, that leaves us tied?
(Copyright 1998, by Mark Robbins)
Mark Robbins is a New Jersey college student,
studying humanities,with an urge to get involved in law.