He’ll Find Out For Himself

I’ll meet him

Myself one day

When his childhood lens

Has fallen away

And I’ll explain

What happened to us

And we’ll see if you threw me

Under the bus

Vindictive Cow

I
wonder
what
you’ve
told him

Now
I’m
no
longer
there

Have
you
bothered
to tell
the truth?

Or
just
said
I no
longer
care?

(Originally Posted 19.12.2019)

Random #100

“Books cannot be killed by fire.

People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.

No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.

In this war, we know, books are weapons.”

– Franklin D. Roosevelt