Whispers

When you see a jester talking
Try to learn: who is it that whispers into his ears
    drops of little truth
like bitter tears of poison
    that fill the empty brain
and stiffen the feeble soul
– but give raise to voice
and put force into the bowels –
to go forth to the world
repeating, repeating, repeating
with solid determination
prefabricated catchwords…
Like broken dolls
    with shiny keys behind
– wind them up gently
and you’ll see –
they go far, far, far
into stupidity!

desen realizat de Andreea Dinu visual artist