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Ominous Days

Ominous Days

Cascading lies & Degrading intellect 
Monstrous disguise & Unfathomable neglect
Political unrest & Critical pawns
Voices oppressed & Forgotten icons

Pushing division & Ambushing independence 
Leaving indecision & Creating dependence 
Entity’s birth & Identity lost 
Social girth & Personal cost 

Lawless state & Flawless rise 
Taken bait & Forsaken cries 
Parasitical mites & Hypocritical politics Lost sight & Bagged tricks 

Power omnipotent &  soured participant
Election’s bought & votes tossed
Parties brawl & humanity’s fall...

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Jim "The Lad" ....

This one says so much with few words, but great in scope and spotlight on tragedy! Really enjoyed thanks for sharing!

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Patrick Epperson

Thank you sir for the insightful response to the poem. I think it speaks volumes of today’s society and political culture...

Patrick 

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The fish of the sea

Love this work. Such insight you have to offer Patrick! I enjoyed this one a lot. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea 

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Patrick Epperson

Thank you so much for the review of this poem. It’s one of my favorite pens. 

Patrick. 

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