a flagrant lie slid by;
then another,
then another;
from a whistle to a clamor
of 'blood and soil';
soon they were marching
on The Lawn;
over our parched preamble
and a general
perched high on his gelding gray
stared in stoic silence
silence
silence
can you hear the truth
in the din of silence?
can you?
can you see the lies
through glazed eyes?
can you?
can you find your voice
in a maze of hate…
and take a stand
as flames of bigotry
sear the conscience of a nation?
heather did.
~ Pablo
(8/17/2017)
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
a flagrant lie slid by;
then another,
then another;
from a whistle to a clamor
of 'blood and soil';
soon they were marching
on The Lawn;
over our parched preamble
and a general
perched high on his gelding gray
stared in stoic silence
silence
silence
can you hear the truth
in the din of silence?
can you?
can you see the lies
through glazed eyes?
can you?
can you find your voice
in a maze of hate…
and take a stand
as flames of bigotry
sear the conscience of a nation?
heather did.
~ Pablo
(8/17/2017)
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