Conspiracy

"I often find myself in amusement at how some people are so skilled in taking an expression spoken with clear intent and turning it, very conveniently, into something so malign."

There's a stranger, I think, who has hatched a conspiracy

to weaken the relationship between expression and its explications,

to bring together all the voices

in chaos, in commotion.

This clangour, then, shall pave its way

from all those ears to pairs of eyes and blind them in this murk;

So, lost will be all men, separated from their senses, looking for an escape,

And will eventually drop dead like flies in the trough of time.

Then shall hollow words make their way into marketplaces,

and shall be sold at the price of helpless prostitutes and feeble slaves.

Where, at the ring of a bell, they shall

sacrifice all sanctity, drop down their dignity, and flash their reality,

to those who don't deserve;

and shall stay trapped forever in fortresses of small talk and hypocrisy, 

built upon the graveyard of opinions!