Obvious Poem by Eric Sawyer

Obvious



We claim were free
Yet we face death
And the decree
Then what is left?

Hypocrisy
With all the lies
Democracy
Fools the unwise

We the people
Standing united
Piercing steeple
Now were blighted

These false idols
Rule with power
Concealed isles
Proves they cower

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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