A lie is a lie
And the truth is the truth
Midst well meaning cruelty
And a tooth for a tooth.
The blind men are leading
The rich beggars feast
With a smash of the glass
Upon velveteen seats.
Comfortably rigid
Like permanent ruts
We are floating on quicksand
And losing our butts.
The wind, she is howling
And crying for change
While taping the weather
And hitting replay.
Today is the vessel
Tossed to the sea
While yesterday's madness
Enjoys a reprieve.
Fear for our future
And legacy be damned
Lest we take back this moment
Tomorrow is slammed.
So put on your glasses
And empty your trash
Let go of your anger
That burns like a rash.
Moaning and groaning
Will save you no time
But possitive motion
Will wallow sublime.
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