The Lies Rage On
The lies rage on.
Under suffocating masks we suffer.
Sorry, my Grandson!
No baseball, no parks, no friends?
You suffer!
The lies rage on.
Nobody dares say, pray.
Sorry,my Grandson!
Media's lies rule each second of the day!
You suffer!
The lies rage on.
Your church remains closed.
Sorry, my Grandson!
What's next, riots with a rubber hose?
You suffer!
12-292020
11:30-m PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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