Fear the modern man
He who appears fearless
For not behind every ivory mask
Smiles an ivory face
This common tongue knows no plebiscite
Only the commerce of castaway clothes
Engraved hands peeling away skin
Glued together in careless design
Cast by careful masters
They who knew that the heart of the heart of the heart
Beats only once in a lifetime or never at all
Fear the modern man
The modern man
Modern man
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Author: TheHumanAnvil
I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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THE HUMAN ANVIL 
Poigant and very true. So well phrased
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Glad you liked it😊✌️
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This reads very much like a lyric. Fine work.
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Thank you my friend. Humbled by your compliments. 😊
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My pleasure.
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