The LieA Poem by Ben Ashelford
I am the lie.
You told me in the house. The speaker listened and allowed rebuttle. I was in the air. I was to be debated. By the fat cats, not the proles. I am the lie. I was told to protect you. They know that i am not the truth. Yet it is me that is spoken. And shoved down their poor, poor throats. By the class up there. I am the lie. The one that steals your life. I am used as a weapon of mass disruption. to those poor working mules. advantage is stolen. I am the new lie. I was told to cover up the old lie. To keep you from having to hear the pesky true lie. I will continue to steal you life. And privacy alike. © 2012 Ben Ashelford |
StatsAuthorBen Ashelfordportland, dorset, United KingdomAbouti love to write and read. I started writing poetry at 17 when i was first published but stopped sharing my work for a few years. at 26 i have decided to start sharing again so i hope you enjoy my offe.. more..Writing
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