Public thoughts

Don’t speak, they are not worthy

Oppressed are those who speak the most

They often forget they leave their judgment in the air

It doesn’t stain the lips of your audience but the ears of those that hear

You see your words are like new born babies

Crying out and needing feeding but those words are not as favoured

So your words are caught out in Temple Run time

And you no longer fear the whips you receive but hate the taste of unwanted thoughts leave your mouth