New Campaign

I see a new Image, 

One hand crafted, 

The pleasures and joys of a free thinker, 

The ways of wisdom, 

Make me the blinker.

I see the new face,

I see the sickness,

Spreading through your world,

I see myself,

The eyes of the beast,

Staring into it's mouth

It's stomach is full of lies,

Hate and Bigotry,

But there in the mist, 

I am changing, 

Who will recognize me?

Those who bare the mark,

The scars of brotherhood.

Together with these words

I'll pull you all together,

Shaping the new land,

Making the new sound,

Creating the new life.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to keep the mind clear of lies and false stories. Many people will try to draw into their own goals to profit their life. Better to think and do what is right. In the end. You must stand for right or wrong? I like this poem. Open the doors to many more questions. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote