Critical Thoughts
The more they plan and promise
The more they fail
The poor are distant abyss
Dream is a nail
Drive it deep, and deeper yet
Nail them to sleep
Less waking they will forget
Their word to keep
The horse shoe flies now away
The serpent hissed
Victory is a far day
Venom for bliss
Something to wear wrinkles out
And keep faith young
The war endures courage rout
Where is the throng?
They say poverty isn't choice
But attitude
Feelings that turn men to mice
With vision nude
Did you see the condition
That triggered fear
And wilted men's ambition?
Nail it, my dear.
A nailed dream is sleep's soft cess
What I must know
What are governments for? Less
Pledged, less to show
For my submission and restraint
If they forget
The army too in fight faint
Will tell regret.
The yarn unravels unseen
Among the poor
The suffering in bright green
And wormy core
The compact considered twice
Each wince of pain
And nowhere the sacrifice
Just us, love stained.
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