I see your nefarious hearts.
Your guise doesn't hide the scrawny crows
pecking at the viscerals of Goodness.
dark hearts wear halos made of foil and cardboard,
they who drink tea and bake up casseroles of bigotry and lies.
dark hearts..the rightgeous angelic facade
for the hyenas
who stalk the truth to warp it into their own power..
..need for control.
Oh dark hearts wear splendid holy white robes...
with fascist white hoods...
..need to control
all who are different,
who are not of their number.
Beware the seraphic show.
It doesn't really hide dark hearts of stone
mortared with malevolence.
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Very cool poem. I've listed you in my Truckbuddies blogs and given you a little plug, hope you don't mind.
ReplyDeleteBTW, *love* the awesome title pic, that's beautiful.
thanx
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