ObsceneA Poem by Pierce Anthony9/04/12Simple and tired, a work horse admired Possessed by a simple dream Wears blue, brown, and black, whose wallet is stacked Sacrifices truth for what life seems Wakes up in alarm, values what’s borrowed Follows a wand that is pitch black and hollow Tense to the bone, separate by language Speaks of the lies that feel strangely sacred Xenophobes directing the social game Each of us, commanding that they explain Spoon fed like children, happy to be okay No matter the cost, it won’t end this way Lost and then found is the story, rebound Turning slowly from end to end When the tables do turn, claim what you’ve earned A place to be free and ascend © 2012 Pierce AnthonyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 7, 2012 Last Updated on September 7, 2012 Tags: truth, growth, materialism Author
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