Whispered dreams of invisible lies
Assault and infect the mind.
Positions long held
Are easily betrayed,
A simple caress of the vanities
And prideful missteps prevail.
Rainy-day-people,
With their hats in their hands,
Let the drops wash away their eyes.
The submissive are humbled,
And rage is suppressed,
Liberty's burn no longer so hot
Smolders and cools in time.
Yet memories muster
the national pride;
A rally to placate the soul.
A moment's reprieve, to remember
The time when right was a cry.
Then back to the gray of delusion
To the whispered dreams
And the invisible lies.

08/12/2003

Posted on 08/12/2003
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