Those who are sponsored by their fathers and forefathers are not capable of seeing the blessing behind a rugged environment.
Nor can they see the work of the man who serves food from the corners of buildings.
They walk in the fields full of the ripest fruits that were sown by stained hands.
The hands that taught them to hold a paintbrush, but forgot to give them the boundaries of a canvas.
They swallow the hard work of the average man, whose treasure is merely the walls of his land.
I'd rather be fed by the ordinary man who has wandered the earth with some hardship,
than those whose lips utter words of sophistication but deeds show transgression.
-Sheis.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
