Nuclear tear drops
on terrorist head chops
between drive-by gang shots
cloaked in government conspiracy plots,
a revolutionist is silenced,
his free thinking condensed,
they censored his genius,
for how dare he go against
their hearsay and rules,
their schools for proud fools,
their faith without glue,
a faith in which through
dirty looks they shunned him
for his honesty, so brim,
trimmed in good intentions,
free from fabled extensions,
he shined, and they shunned,
they gunned, so he hung,
he hung in the gory
glory
of his endless individual dimensions.
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Careful….it won’t be long til you are one of those government people at this rate!
Cheers
Glenn
LOL Glen, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Aspects in this entry and “Proving the Existence of Truth” seem elementally applicable to my life in many respects. Change up a few words and mold or slant a couple of ideas a bit in the poem and one might think it is about me.
Eve, perhaps we are rippled reflections of each other. :)