Wisdom's Voice

Wisdom's voice does not speak much

around here any more

Guess I should show myself the door

No one seems to care

I live in polluted air

The old wise one's must keep

their mouths closed

Like a silent fading rose

My blanket, my cover

is of scarlet hue

Must I lie down as a harlot too?

Every word I speak I seem to get put down

I just be quiet and frown

What will they say of me

When I am in the ground?

Will any one of them remember me?

Or the way it use to be

When the wild mustang ran free?

Reviews

[TLK]

I'm not sure how we got from wisdom keeping silent to a 'harlot'. Perhaps there is a usage of the word of which I am not aware.