Town Crier
I stand on top of a box and cry out
In a world of plastic faces, I find
No one will listen, so I have to shout
And speak to those souls who have lost their mind
They hold anger like trees in a forest
Gave their hearts to a leader of fool's gold
They've become no more than a staged chorus
While given the signs, they march with and hold
They have sold their souls to an illusion
A mirage that glimmers on the landscape
They're told that reason is an intrusion
While the truth is chained and forcibly raped
On the steps where war and blood gave consent
Our flag was torn from the lies they invent
6/20/21
contest Contemporary Sonnet
sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
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