The Powers That Be
Face to face
Face the facts
Get your strings off of my back
Controlling me
Force to see
Your twisted ways
I turn away
But not to die
I want to live
Out of your light
Blinding fright
Casting shadows like dead of night
I scream aloud
But no one hears
A call to arms falls on deaf ears
The dumbing down of society
Has bypass me
But played on their fears
Till the paths not clear
Back to the sight we hold dear
To envision a world not ruled by hate
And run by those who shed no tears
Copyright © Paul Clements | Year Posted 2017
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