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Political Blinders

The masks are just a substitute for blinders shutting off all vision peripheral a ploy to keep the horses pulling straight to reach the goals of gods quite mythical No apple on a stick – they do not share the bounty of their goals with those who pull while running up a tab they’ll never pay to soothe the dulling eyes covered with wool Praise God they say – but never say which one for fear they may offend those who have two yet speak with solemn voice - averted eyes somber tones their weapon counting coup And yet we hold them higher than the rest while hoping to be fed shout “you’re the best” John G. Lawless ©9/21/2021

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Book: Shattered Sighs