Your Big Words Do Not Impress Me

Author's Note: The following is the 9th poem in my self-challenge to write a poem a day. Click here for the first poem in this challenge. Thank you for reading and wish me luck to keep the pace ❤

Note: This poem is of a deeply personal nature only and is not intended to be taken as a promotion for or against ANY movement, whether political or sociological.

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Do you think I'm impressed?

Multi-syllabic is your speech,

A lecture for the years.

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You rant. You rave.

To the crowds that gather, 

Your message is slathered - 

With big words. Well, congratulations.

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Yet all I hear is your judgements.

Your lecture is long

Your opinion is clear.

But your message is hazy - 

Watered down, milky, and toxic.

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With your biases as your venom,

You spit poison darts with precision, 

Hitting your target, fueling the fire.

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Their hearts you reach - 

Only because they're as dark

And tainted as your own.

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Your poison infiltrates their veins,

Mixing with their own venom of hatred.

Righteous and mighty, you gather.

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A crowd of hypocrites

Marching the streets.

The blood of your children

You smear over the doorposts.

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Like a neon sign, flashing vividly - 

Your hate you wear like a badge of honor.

Righteous and mighty, you gather.

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Hypocrites, this crowd. 

Serving your pagan gods you hide

Beneath your hoods. 

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And as you march, your speech

Gains volume. Your words

Gain syllables. Your Wisdom

Loses the battle. To your ignorance.

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So, do you still think I'm impressed?

Multi-syllabic is your speech,

A lecture for the eons.

You rant. You rave.

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To the crowds that gather, 

Your message is slathered - 

With big words. Well, congratulations.

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Yet all I hear is your ignorance.

Your lecture is long

Your opinion is clear.

But your message is haughty, 

Hateful and full of venom. 

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So, no. I'm not inspired.

Your big words do not impress me.

Your speech is wasted.

Your lecture is lost.

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Go back to your hordes of hypocrites - 

You'll be welcomed there.

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Until they find another,

And then, they'll slaughter you

The way you do your children.

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His message is lost on you.

And your own is lost on me.

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No. Your big words do not impress me. 

For in your vanity,

You've forgotten

Wisdom, insight, and sanity.

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© Lena Folkert 2022

Originally published on Medium

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