How easy it is to objectify.
To lie
In a stranger’s arms,
To enjoy her charms.
But, in the morning to hear her say
(in such a natural way),
“Can you hear the birds?”
To objectify
Is to die
Yet words
Spoken, without art
Can open
Man’s cynical heart
And cause him to see
The She
Behind the lie
Of objectify
A clever poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.
Great message! Donna
Thank you, Donna!