They say with open arms but closed palms Maybe a donation, but with ---------------------------------------------------------- We don't talk about the hate anymore It doesn’t impress the press.
‘’We are on your side with the wealth of a nation…''
Disappointment is just that
Vacuous.
Like enemy soldiers wearing your uniform, Offering to load your rifle.
Profiteer pioneers, Our Pilate and punishers. Convenience buys our lenience. But the paints run thin rusted , chipped off. We see you sweating and steaming.
Be or don’t, but the fog must go, it’s down our throats
In our face
Around our eyes.
It makes all the young cry so why?
Democracy is made a mockery when honesty is hollow as is the sorrow.