Market place

Once I went to the Market

I saw a man, His brother and Son.

They wanted to purcahse some items as is usual with people in the square.

But something was unusual...

The man saw some things, dirty and insignificant if you ask me, very tiny

Like ants, but lost without a leader

left to the storms of life

The father turned to his son, He was on his knees, helping the things to their feet.

Releiving them of their burdens

He nods in agreement

gives up his son as currency in exchange for theses things.

The son becomes soap and washes them.

They become clean, transformed.

The father and Son leave the market.

With the things, they leave the brother to guide and guard them.

To serve as their conscience until the return with his sin to claim their purchase.

The Examination Day

The bells chime
The books sit down
They begin to write
For hours unending, they pour out their minds
A do or die affair.

The bell chimes.

Finally they stop writing.
Some are happy and call the exam substandard
Some are angry at the books
Others are indifferent
Some lament for plans foiled
but nobody really knows until the judgement day which book studied which
and which book has become which

RUMOUR

Hmmm, rumour mongers

They usually come in whispers

Some with shouts of joy

Some with wailing and lamentations

The end result is usually anger

Anger by the accused

Anger at betrayal, secrets exposed

The only solution is a reversal of what has been broadcast

This is impossible because a rumour, once released can never be returned.

Be careful what with what you say. Your words just might return to haunt you!