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