tears

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a white house shell game…

watch the crying child
moved from cell to foster care
distraction’s the game
so keep eyes on first lady
while parent’s eyes shed more tears

 

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israeli enigma…

hate was replanted
carefully bred for today
given some new names
but its roots were from old vines
thus makes death’s bitter red wine

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i accept…

the soundless
nights
of
death
where
i cannot
hear
your voice
as
well as
the
darkness
that
shrouds
my memory
of
you
where
not
even
the faintest
glow
of
life’s light
can pierce
the dark dreams
of
yesterday
these things
one
must accept
but
i cannot accept
that
you
have accepted
lies
over
truth