Birth, Life, Death
Birth, life, Death
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
Betwixt illumination and shade, a place dubbed life,
sequestered, many pray, that it returns to the same.
The discontent that exists, is the father of strife,
and young adults play, an “in the moment” game.
Politicos believe no catastrophe should be wasted,
so they push a narrative and perpetuate false claim.
Too many are deserving of being lambasted,
it is not a new paradigm but the same old game.
Most are as “full of wind as a corn-eating horse,”
“and got more guts than you could hang on a fence.”
Caught breaking their oath many show no remorse,
and insider trading should be a capital offense.
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