I wish I knew Her

The woman sits as though she rules
As if her words could touch us.
And we ignored her truth.
Cause they don't affect us.
She sees error in our teachings,
Those who guided us for centuries.

We don't know her name.
from where she came, or intend to take us.
She draws us in, then spits us out
With her emotional babblings,
Captivating her pain not ours,
born from her version of truth
experiences, still I wish
I knew her.....
Perhaps then I'd take her seriously.
But who listens to a babbling stranger?


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