History

I could never believe, you’d be so cruel.

Telling your stories, the ways of your rule.

You lay up there mocking, calling me a fool.

An overload of facts, and I’m just your mule.

 

Tell me again, about your fanciful ways.

How you mislead the public, in irrational sways.

A cold and colorless vision, muted with greys.

It’s an old Greek philosophy, and we’re in one of your plays.

 

Now tell me again, what purpose you serve.

Is it for us, so we know how to swerve.

It’s all a straightened arrow, when we needed a curve.

We were crying for help, and this is what we deserve.

 

I’ll read you again, till the cover may fall.

The information I gather, will help me stand tall.

You have plenty of friends, in the dark and old hall.

I shall meet them too, and answer that call.

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Deep writing here, This is beautiful.
Great work

[mias]

Loved the catchy first sentence, it made me want to read all of it with care and I am glad I did!

[moneykler91]

interestingly put...touche....