Living in a world with no honest leader.
Every single day comes a new victor,
using the people's heart to paint the picture of fear.

When will we escape the rampant greed running amuck?
Become our own leaders and stop giving a ****.

When asked questions like these, the defenders only have a mouthful.
The reins of power should be in the hands of the masses,
known as the powerful.

They shake at night with terrors of their past.
They finally understand they have worn a fake mask.

When will we stop eating from a government feeder?
Finally equalize and balance the power teeter.
We must, living in a world with no honest leader.

Delicate and pretty
You are
A stunning creation
An intricate rose
Developed to perfection by Mother nature
A beauty for the eye to capture
Bold, in full bloom you rapture
Petals silky soft like gentle kisses
Colours of pink sunset skies
A perfume so lovely and devine
Angels sing as I breathe you in
Shakespeare wisely noted,
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
This is true, you'd still be a treat
You never defeat
Your confidence brims
As you grin a knowing grin
Your looks may entice them in
But camouflaged armour protects you within