Skeight of Hand
The shell game moves with lightning speed
Fueled by deceit and endless greed
On and on the pundits roll
Pontification seems to be the rule
No adhesion do we see
As they fracture us into bickering fools
While we’re on our knees they steal our tools
Aren’t you tired of your furtive glance?
Joining together our only chance
Shame on you and shame on me
This wearisome attitude on bended knee
I don’t know the answer what can I say
Frightening thought neither do they?
Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2011
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