“ Democracy’s Camouflage ” ~ of hand me down politics ~

 

Iniquitous we’ll agree

Life in a system rigged

Implied our democracy,

Alas where now to run

That we may be free,

From ignorance spun

In camouflaged debris,

Of hand me down

Political philosophy,

Said immoral fodder

For we the citizenry,

Made bear this anomaly

To feed the powers that be!

 

                                       Ode to Trumpeting  a Mayor’s Wall…

 

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“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

Be no place

Worldwide

One can hide,

When locked

In the eye,

Of a brother

Said big,

Cyber spy

To follow

We fellows,

Begs time

Knit façade,

Held a Mask

For my mind…

 

Fit disguise

Will so bide,

Gist of me

To stay free,

Camouflaged,

Need not flee

As privacy be,

Mine decides

I stand free!

 

 

“ Time’s Façade ” ~ in camouflage ~

Time will but efface

Despite disguise,

When what belies                                                  

Beneath the surface

Of its sad facade,

Starts to disclose

Time cannot hide,

In camouflage

All that will slide,

For in the end, alas

All shades will fade,

Thus best be wise                                                              

To define its guise,                                                            

Less you be willing

To suffer blindly,

When time decides

Life’s meaningful side!