Knowledge

We seem to know so many things

But truly, what do we know?

The convictions we hold, are they ours to own?

Or notions to which we’ve been sold by ‘wise’-souls?



Like the madwoman’s underclothes

Were they once hidden – forbidden

Like the bum on the bench

To whom no compassion is given

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Jessica's picture

wow! this is so true. Crisp and beautiful. great poem..and wise too ;)

~Angie E~'s picture

Hey there.. Thanks muchly for stopping to check my site out.. eheheh.. I'm glad to be the first to comment on this one.. This is beautiful.. Short yet very concise and you tell it like it is.. Exactly?/ What do we know, for knowledge depends on so many things.. Good job here!!