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If Only You Could See


          Assassin’s creed
          An apple seed
          A story if told not to believe
          Maybe a myth one could conceive.

          An elaborate tale of hidden spy’s
          Of such ostentatious sophisticated lie’s
          Formulating plots to conjure up and devise
  
          Code of scripting now the new prize…!

          No longer the apple of obedience
          Now its CCTV and surveillance.

          All you have to do is follow the bread crumb trail
          If you’re deaf and blind I give you a brail
          Big sales in propaganda and betrayal

          All the way to the top order

          The envision for one to anticipate or even consider
          Before one starts putting pen to paper’...

          A rhyme that doesn’t make any sense
          But I’m not trying to be daft or dense

          More like transparent
          Deliberately flagrant
          Overt and patient

          I’m a single human being completely harmless
          As the world sits docile and blameless

          I’m not trying to cause any trouble
          But why is it that they call New York the big apple…?

          Written by

          Michael Robinson.
          Copyright © Michael Robinson 2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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