Secrets

I have this secret
that I’m going to tell you
but only if you promise
you will not tell anyone
that it came from me.

I think that our prophets
are somewhere
where the walls have been painted
one hundred times
and there are bars on the windows
and their voices are being hushed
by a needle that silences the wisdom.

They sleep
and quiet
and we think
that they do not know what is right.

But here’s the secret-
they know things
that we will never know.