THE HARMONY OF TRUTH

I wrote the line
It flowed from me
Like a swan on a glassy pond
I liked the way it looked
Did not measure it twice
Somethings should not be tampered with
This would do for me
But then, the critics
What would they think?
They stood like a stand of birch trees
Each mimicking the other
Unbeknownst to any of them
Their words were similar
Could be interchanged and
No one would know the difference
They looked the same
Thought the same
Were paid the same
By the same sources
Their goal was the same
To pick apart my words
Make me look bad
Imply that I was behind the time
They saw some movement
Someone pulled the curtain open
Everyone expected a marionette
Whose every movement 
Was manipulated by wires
But what they saw was just me
The applause was deafening
Who were the applauders?
In a split second I figured it out
They were the gun toting,
Bible thumping deplorable
It made sense
They liked my words
They could not be spun
They would endure
All would be well
 
Stanski
April 5, 2020 ^