Leading The Blind
Republican or Democrat,
the wool has been pulled
Over the eyes
of a nation of fools
The truth is just fine
if we get it spoon fed
In our favorite flavor
self-served in our beds
While off in the distance
an Angel stands guard
Bemused at the folly
we ‘Stepfords’ regard
And as he takes flight,
looking down at the fray
Seeing into the future…
that reckoning day
When we kill one another,
without knowing why
Lost sheep running rampant
—redemption denied
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
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