Alpha

alpha

the missile of the free thinkers is as a burro that passes over the
fingers of the palm of the right hand.

the talk of the talebearers is as a locust that flies to the
dust-wrapped towers, stinging the eyes of the even-minded.

the food of staunch-farers is as propaganda dropped to spread and
prosper in the desert location of your human perception.

?daveangel 2001