Thieves In Coat
The cloudy cloud that clouds the cloud
That hides the cowardice act the feebled speaks aloud.
For real eyes, realize, real lies.
The undevoted devotion, the greedy always cries.
The voice that voiced the voice of the voiceless
Speaking but not seeking, then act actions that are worthless.
We grow the growth that seems not to be growing,
Yet they tell the tale that for long they've been telling.
The lie they give
The truth we believe
The story they sell
To the poor they tell.
I gave, you give thieves the map to our treasure,
They loot they steal, then live in pleasure,
The thieves that came in a well fashioned coat,
We never knew... Too late we already empowered them with our vote.
Copyright © Simeon Austin David Pangu | Year Posted 2020
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