Once upon a not so long ago, even words spoken could get you accused of all sorts of things. Now it’s a new sort of dogma that we have to conform to or pay a wicked price. Funny isn’t it? The more things change the more it stays the same.
Cursed Fate by Michael Doyle Cunning drips from the tongue Of those who will not be undone As challenge set by the feigned morality Of those who find weariness in the banality Of those with too sharp a tongue Regardless of how pretty or young Thoughts rolling around her head Of things that evil men have said It's how these charges tend to grow More of a slip of a tongue than a know For the thieving and the scheming Will not be deprived of their foul dreaming No matter the nightmares they cause And how it make honest men into outlaws Deception wears its clever smile As deceivers put the less guilty on trial More's the pity of that shame Innocent women bearing the blame As they speak truth against the power As the wicked sit in judgment and glower Until then left to devices of their own Ill mannered men are fated to die alone Cursed to the flames of Hell's unholy fire Such is the contempt these men inspire (c) March 20, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved