Death of the MarienettesA Poem by Deep in the Woodline...I don't know who you voted for or why, but I've never been a big Obama fan. Guess this says it best...Yesterday left on a train Ragged old suitcase Clutched in its hand Packed with faded hopes And tattered dreams To retire as memories Pin-point predictions Of history are made By those not there to live it Tales built on agendas of fear The new playwright needs To move the puppet's limbs Freedom bought with men's blood Is quickly wiped away As the sponge of tyranny Sops up the remaining drops Of lives, liberties and happiness Before eyes glazed with hopium Tomorrow's coming later today And with it, a New Order One that brings New History Of salvation from Old Ways As euphoria pales, sobriety appears Too late to kick the habit Marienettes cover the ground Writhing in agony, cold turkey The Pusher cuts the strings He smiles at his handiwork As he polishes his Spanish And brushes up on French © 2010 Deep in the Woodline...Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 20, 2010 Last Updated on February 20, 2010 AuthorDeep in the Woodline...Where-You-Least-Expect-Me-To-Be, KYAboutTrying to find my way out of the forest. I have been lost for so long now, but I finally see some light. more..Writing
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