Hampered Together
Rust coats the wheels
beyond appeals;
our halting grind
shall carve behind
the truth of life
shed on their knife.
We’ve laid to waste
by slack and haste
all blessings grown
once called our own
by trusting lies
from fraud’s disguise.
While they juggle
our dire struggle
with childish toys
cranking out noise,
trapped souls despise
each conscious prize.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009
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