Swinging Gallows
The tapestry of a clean slated peace
Is as hollow as a birds frail bones
Like the rival between the lion and lamb
The strongest stands always alone
Down trodden paths with little use
Not permanent, they lie while they can
Sunlight breaks and their spirits lift up
To the sky they reach with their hands
Profiting wars point to powerful sides
Nailed by increase in stock
Innocence lost is in a sense gained
By hypocrites in palace like mosques
My martyred memory of a stifled calm
Braided and breaks, too and fro
Slinking down this remote incline
Like a beat in a modern tempo
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