A Cold Horizon

Power corrupts not,
people are rather so
the ones who weave
webs and deceit grow.

All asps will whisper
so no one hears sound;
no justice lady liberty,
her blood spilt ground.

Skewed are patriots I
sit and cleanse myself.
Unsound I am but I
see a country’s health.

A king is septic rotting,
plotting ill notions rot
his mind oozes filth it
will come to be forgot.

A desperate gash in the
realm of blood bought
land it cries to us of all
souls of wars fought.

Victory to be free lives
in a land upside down.
A statue in a harbor it a
cold aspect has found.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. blindzanygirl says:

    This really speaks today

    Liked by 1 person

      1. blindzanygirl says:

        I know. It is exceptionally sad.

        Liked by 1 person

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