Brass King

Hard
hard hard hard
it must be
knowing
a little man
falls to his knees
while a world laughs at his follies.
Past
held in high esteem
flounders
falling to the wayside
forever enamoured
wrong parts of life
no wonder all wait for him to fall.
Claim
grandeur
illusions of
pandering casualties of truth
spouting gospel
middle finger ridged
pointing in the air
stabbing at those contradicting.
Late nights
sobbing to pillows
demanding empty air answer
question of
why don’t they like me?
Truthsayer I be
speaking without rancor
without duplicity:
You are a dumbass.
Destruction bleeds from your finger tips.
Tarnished crown
hangs low on brooding brow.
Forevermore 
shall you be known as……
Lowbrow Crafter of Deceit.
King Without a Throne.
Jester.
Clown.
Your legacy…..
Hatred.
Bigotry.
An Era of Unrepentant Falsehood.
Time ticks
languish
forgotten in annals of history
end befitting a tyranted Napoleon.
©June 14/20
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Time’s Retreat

I have to wonder
as I listen to people talk
if truth is there
beneath all the uttered lies
deceptions
misconceptions
wound amongst
feet of those marching
ivied trendrils
tripping
denying
accuracy of facts.
Eyes wide open
no longer can we hide
where evil is found
light must be shone
casting doubt upon
those in authority
those in power
who corrupt the congregation.
Building walls
of stainless steel
fitted with cutted glass
knees slashed
if any try to escape.
Building concrete enclosures
blinding
justice
who roars
discontent
muzzled suddenly
when those dislike her speak.
We begin to count
down
no longer up
for the fall of time
the desperation of those
dialing weapons
to keep in power
a diseased mind
syphilitic
lost in an imaginary world
living an era
that no longer exists.
©June 14/20
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