the foolish are always the loudest.

 

Here he comes again—
acting clever,
turning my proposal upside down,
mistaking destruction for insight.

God,
give me strength.
God,
please help me.
Protect me from people
whose hearts are not clean.

They say—
wise words passed around—
the foolish speak the most,
the foolish are always the loudest.

His voice fills the room,
but meaning does not.
He criticizes with confidence,
yet stumbles over the very language
he pretends to master.

Still, he poses,
offering advice
on roads
he has never walked.

God,
steady my hands.
Let me not be poisoned
by his negativity,
let it fall to the ground
before it reaches my heart.

I will choose silence,
choose patience,
rebuild every sentence
with faith and clarity.

Because truth does not shout,
knowledge does not humiliate,
and light—
remains light,
even when challenged by noise.