BLEEDING THOUGHTS

A Poem by Khalil Jibran

He's like a dead meat/

Thrown away to rot in the heat/

Cause his thoughts bleed truth/

When the world is uncouth/

Natal of heat on this earth/

Will shortly turn into flames/

Making us ashes and dust/

While the earth rusts/

Then some may pang/

Damn! But the time would have ran/

Away like sand from the hands/