Friday, June 15, 2012

99 Percent?

You were never satisfied with the beauty of poetry

Though you claimed to have it in your heart

Once revealed, all I saw was a chest of ash

The cremations of so called “terrorists” locked away

Who were probably just naive men looking for love

Mislabeled to justify war crimes and atrocities

Like an ex president with small dick insecurities

I would say that all trust for your kind is gone

That you stole it when you stepped down

Into the arms of ingots and flesh fireworks

But we both know that would rival your lies

No, this lamb will continue grazing in the fog

Until the wolves lure him away once again

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