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Those Clutching Fists
They followed him
To the brink of disaster.
Certain their lives were threatened
By forces coming to undo their way of life!
He labelled the 'enemies' with faces to implant.
He encouraged them with 'fear'!
He promised victory was near.
And when he was forced to remove his mask...
He could no longer conceal,
A disturbing expression on his face that revealed...
Not only 'shock' but also tears,
That received no 'awe' from those clutching fists...
And highly 'pissed' they could believe in one,
Who's 'gifts' have been only to deceive!
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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