Make It Real


"Woe to those who . . ." Isaiah 5:20

Many say that it is white,
And that alone makes it right.
His entire attire is pleasing to the site,
Even when the light isn't very bright.

Still, others claim it to be black,
And it blends well with his slacks.
To me, it's plain to see that it's grey.
He lurks with deeds of evil whether
It be by night or by day.

But too few are brave enough to say,
That he smiles with his pleasing looking eyes,
But a listen to his lips says he  clearly lies.

He contributes heavily to every campaign.
He's enameled with looks of confidence,
come sunshine or rain; and  he stands
Every chance to gain.

To him, life is just a stage for games;
And his purpose is to only cause pain.
At the same time, no one makes a sound,
And the deciever is no where to be found.
But let it be known that woe awaits him.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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