MYTHS
Myths come like giants
In colorful attire.
Men turn into dwarfs,
And follow them with desire.
With frail, pliable minds,
They become the slaves of fear;
In a desert, without streams,
See the illusory oasis near.
Trapped in myths’ captivity,
They aren’t real men, anymore;
With their lost identity,
Follow the herd of cattle, before.
Myths are like a rival force,
Tactically capture us.
For bartering our freedom of mind,
Dream castles, they provide.
In colorful attire.
Men turn into dwarfs,
And follow them with desire.
With frail, pliable minds,
They become the slaves of fear;
In a desert, without streams,
See the illusory oasis near.
Trapped in myths’ captivity,
They aren’t real men, anymore;
With their lost identity,
Follow the herd of cattle, before.
Myths are like a rival force,
Tactically capture us.
For bartering our freedom of mind,
Dream castles, they provide.
This Poems Story
This is how some fabrications have become established beliefs
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