Deceit

Wed, 03/08/2017 - 16:39 -- lidiab

The choices and the lies,

they reach the ears but not the brain. 

And yet despite the constant cries,

he turns his back to all those slain. 

The mother clutches at his faith

until he is all spent,

a wraith.

Though her intentions don't seem cruel,

it is deceit. 

He was a tool. 

This poem is about: 
My country

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