Ogrin The Hermit

Poem By Edith Wharton

The blinded minds,
Of those unconscious.
With beliefs kept to follow.
Like many who receive,
Their reality from TV.
And a history created...
Symbolizing props and images,
To idolize.
What discovery to find,
Proof of truth.
Seems to always contradict,
Hypocrites and their delusions.

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