BentA Poem by Zoe RichardsonAll that is necessary for evil to win is for good people to do nothingBent I see you Your suggestive slant The way you lean Propped against the Building of your lies I see you Your encroaching anger The words and the thoughts Behind your plaster gods The wind between your teeth Making you swell I see your grab Your insidious miracles The way you paint Your snake oil cure A panacea for the downtrodden Dressed in the rhetoric of tyranny I see And I do not believe I will not wear your subtle chains Or march for what you sell As truth I will wrap myself In something greater A freedom you will never see
coming And in the dust of your pitiful
revolution I will rise © 2021 Zoe RichardsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..Writing
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