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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