Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

My Confidential Government

My confidential government.
The secrets you must have.
The rumors there about me.
My neighbors come to salve.

My confidential government.
That nothing must get out.
My confidential government.
A stifle for my shout.

A science for your beckon.
Some words as wise as read.
The knowledge you have taken
and shared with other head.

From little men below you,
you only serve to stun.
You've taken all their will-free
and now your times begun.

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Cona Adams December 18, 2014 at 10:09 AM Oh, yes. Food for a songwriter: "Where have all the freedoms gone?" Trevor Mcleod December 18, 2014 at 3:48 PM Yes; food for a songwriter. I could only hope I come up with a poem for Peter, Paul and Mary to put to music. LOL Thanks. Trevor

Richard Lamoureux December 10, 2014 at 7:28 AM This was fun to read.