The Poor Man/One Thing
(Two Versions)
1.
The Poor Man:
We hid him. The poor man. His existence challenged our comfortable lives.
A prophet speaks out. The vipers take him out, on our wicked behalf. We say, "not in our name", but... How can the prophets compassionate humanity be tolerated when it challenges us this much?
Like trees with no fruit our true colours show. We store up. Moth and rust still win. The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour. This to shall pass. The empires crumble and fall. Even the ecclesiastical tyrants meet their maker. The rich shall inherit the grave. Earth is for the others.
***
2.
One Thing:
Hiding the poor,
Killing the prophets,
Generation of vipers,
Trees that bear no fruit.
The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour.
Empires crumble and fall.
One thing remains.
His name is LOVE.
***
The first version is a short piece of writing of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of this style of writing is brevity, testing my ability to try and express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space. This piece was based loosely on the second version of the poem shared entitled 'One Thing'.
1.
The Poor Man:
We hid him. The poor man. His existence challenged our comfortable lives.
A prophet speaks out. The vipers take him out, on our wicked behalf. We say, "not in our name", but... How can the prophets compassionate humanity be tolerated when it challenges us this much?
Like trees with no fruit our true colours show. We store up. Moth and rust still win. The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour. This to shall pass. The empires crumble and fall. Even the ecclesiastical tyrants meet their maker. The rich shall inherit the grave. Earth is for the others.
***
2.
One Thing:
Hiding the poor,
Killing the prophets,
Generation of vipers,
Trees that bear no fruit.
The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour.
Empires crumble and fall.
One thing remains.
His name is LOVE.
***
The first version is a short piece of writing of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of this style of writing is brevity, testing my ability to try and express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space. This piece was based loosely on the second version of the poem shared entitled 'One Thing'.
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