Lie about a Secret
Bandages that cover long healed wounds
Lies that surface over many dead moons
the bloody man of wealth
erects his fortress and lair
upon soil of less substance than air
the healthy man suffers for attentive eye
But when truth is truth and lie is lie
this man surely shall not die
while the entire crowd walks the streets
they wear shiny shoes over filthy feet
as bodies betray the mind
truth is hard to find
words and actions, hollow as space
but then have a look in the eye and face
what unsettling truth found in this place
but as long as we fly as ear less bats
we are nothing but blinded lab rats
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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