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
No comments:
Post a Comment