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(Lies)...and No, I'm not crying
by Kristi Paikthe lies started
with the Easter bunny
or St Nicholas
even more ridiculous
a fairy
who steals your teeth
and no I'm not crying
its raining and I'm sitting outside
from there
we are forced to recite the pledge of this allegiance
and Hail Mary's to something Holy
one nation under god?
AND IF we question it
we go to hell in a hand basket
and no I'm not crying
its this crappy pen
and my pinky keeps smearing the ink
pay attention to the lies
the lies have us surrounded
running to the library
they track the books we read
tapping the phones
to hear what we have to say
to become a target
for this terror in America
And no i'm not crying
i have something in my eye
We sacrifice freedoms to never be free
because they say its for our own good
they think that we don't know that
they are up to no good
and no I'm not crying
is the water ring from my cup
EVERYTHING they say turns out to be a lie. 05/11/2006 Author's Note: I wrote this after reading about yet another possbile scandal about the Bush Administration tapping private American conversations through NSA. It made start to wonder just how many times in throughout our lives we are lied to. And I lied...it did make me cry.
Posted on 05/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/12/06 at 05:11 AM i know how you feel, good job |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/12/06 at 12:31 PM Unfortunately, this poem speaks the truth. We live our lives being lied to, never being able to trust- very sad. Excellent job. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/15/06 at 07:29 PM It's an emotional realization... every time. There are few things more emotionally damaging than being lied to. Very nicely expressed. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 05/16/06 at 04:14 AM This very clearly illustrates your feeling of betrayal. Well done. |
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