Clowns Among Children

We are a sad face

To listen to our squeal

We can never erase

Such a psychotic wheel

~

They play their stupid games

Each one cruel as another

Doesn’t matter their aims

Just a hypocritical bother.

~

I wonder what they imagine

when fear is a constant knock

Across the pond the whine

of wives in superficial frock.

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Is this a nation that truly leads

Or are we only as callous

As the earth we cultivate weeds

That such a freedom is us.

~

People die yet they don’t listen

What can they possibly think

A nation that whose only mission

To weigh in such juvenile ink.

~

Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget

The natural pain and angst they beget.

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