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Web of clever lies

In shadows deep where truth does weep, There lies a figure, veiled, asleep. A hypocrite, with words so sweet, Yet actions cold, deceit complete.

With lips that part in righteous guise, They weave a web of clever lies. Their tongue a blade, sharp and keen, But veiled behind a mask unseen.

They preach of love and virtue high, Yet in their heart, corruption lies. Their deeds betray the words they speak, A hollow soul, so dark, so bleak.

They claim to stand for what is right, Yet darkness lurks within their sight. They judge and scorn with righteous zeal, While hiding secrets they conceal.

Beneath the cloak of false facade, The hypocrite walks, proud and flawed. But truth will rise, the mask will fall, Exposing lies, revealing all.

So let us strive for honesty, And cast aside hypocrisy. For in the light of truth, we find, The freedom of an honest mind.

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Blood on your hands

Ignorant ones condemn the innocent,
Whilst playing victims of history.
Believe in your fake creator,
Fooled from fake scriptures. 

Blind to children and women dying -
No one cares for the Arabs or Moslems.
Not even their rich leaders.

Open minds so few in life.
Do not let bias media fool the mind.

AP.

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Lawyer PS

In the court of justice, where truth's pursuit reigns,
As a lawyer I  stand firm, amid legal strains.
With scales of reason and a mind's keen might,
I navigate the corridors of justice's light.

Plaintiffs fire arrows attempting to confuse my sight,
So I craft arguments, striving for what's right.
In the hallowed halls where judgments decree,
My lawyer's voice echoes, setting innocent free.

With briefs as shields and statutes as swords,
I champion justice with relentless chords.
In the chambers of law, I weave my skills,
Defending the innocent to save them from ills.

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AO

Activist acting against oppression of occupation and aggressors.

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Pyramids

Historical monumental stone structures
with enormous triangle shape.
Constructed by ancient civilisations.
Limestone or granite blocks.

Epic legendary graveyards with
religious and spiritual symbolism.
Resting place for Pharaohs,
full of ancient treasure.

Tomb of beautiful Cleopatra,
found in Egyptian sands.
Films portray her white,
but was chocolate brown.

Beware Tutakahmen's deadly curse,
greedy thieves felt force,
after stealing his jewels.
Some say it's coincidence.

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Undeceived

Just let it go.’ Easier said than gone -
‘You’ll be nothing without me, says pain,
‘I’m your identity.’ Well,

listen up, old man of the sea,
she’s dislodged you, uncurled
her spine from the burden of you;

spat you, shat you out,
delivered you, ectopic cuckoo,
to sprawl helpless on the beach.

What will you do now?
Scuttle sideways, find
another hollow person to crawl into?

But you’re fading, dissipating,
becoming nothing.
The shoreline will be clean of you.

She can see so far across the water.

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Woman's heart is beyond compare

In sunshine fields and skies of peace.
Where flowers bloom in fragrant ease.
There lies a strength both fierce and rare,
Woman's heart is beyond compare.

She walks with grace her head held high
fighting man when he makes her cry.
Even when her heart is left bare,
Woman's heart is beyond compare.

Nurturer, and giver of life.
Beacon of hope in times of strife.
Gentle hands and soothing sweet care.
Woman's heart is beyond compare.

In sunshine fields and skies of peace.
Woman's heart is beyond compare.

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Spring Joy

I
love sweet
refreshing
virgin spring sun
shining on new buds
and people smiling in
bustling parks with butterflies
floating from petal to petal.
I listen to birds singing in groups,
my feathered friends here to bring joy again.

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Sage Bird

There once was a yellow canary sage, 
Who trapped a naughty cat in a cage. 
With feathers so bright, 
It plotted all night, 
Till the cat escaped and ate it in rage.

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Why wine

so many gallons of it, of highest quality,
smooth but potent: where did it come from?
the servants who filled the jars with water
have the clue, but must keep mum;
most guests, incurious, gratefully quaff it

he’d first refused his mother’s hint, but she
told the servants to do whatever he said,
confident, it seemed, in his generosity,
not to say frivolity, in using such power,
towards hospitality, even drunkenness

since this time and place, wine
can claim religious respectability,
and must be on the menu of any posthumous paradise,
as ambrosial at least as that at Cana,
with the tasteful byline ‘a little taste of heaven’