Honest Deception's a Barren Conception of one's own Blatant Modesty. Purpose is Useless if Bountifully Fruitless when Reason is laced with Travesty. Triumphantly Failing brings Chaotic Order, Hurtfully Healing Philanthropy's Hoarder, and All Everything's Missing if Deaf ears aren't Listening to Peace as it fires its Mortar. and Blind eyes aren't Seeing the Blackness of Being in Shadows of life's Empty corridor. Keepsakes are Traded and Lovingly Hated by Millions of Children Unborn. Mode is Outdated and Help goes Unaided as Hope Mingles Purely with Scorn. Cold is the Fire of Empty Desire Stoked by a lifelong Neglect. by Silently Saying New Life is Decaying one builds a Facade or Respect. They Give In to Victory Knowing full-well Truth's Trickery, as All Mutineers heed the Call. for all the Dead horses Dance and Paralyzed Legs Dance as an Army of One defeats All. Triumphantly Failing brings Chaotic Order, Hurtfully Healing Philanthropy's Hoarder. and All Everything's Missing if Deaf ears aren't Listening to Peace as it fires its Mortar and Blind eyes aren't Seeing the Blackness of Being in Shadows of life's Empty corridor
Reason for writing:
This poem I wrote while traveling across the US. I learned a lot that year about people. I learned that every one of us is our own politician. We all have our agendas and issues, and we all want to seem just as credible as the next person, so that we might have help in attaining these goals. This is not unlike the way a politician is elected to represent us in the US. Unfortunately, they may not actually intend on keeping their campaign promises, and when they are asked by the public that elected them why they are not adhearing to their own agenda,they may talk alot, but they don't usually have much to say. In other words, DOUBLE-TALK as I said; the art of politics.
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