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THEM

THEM

THEM

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Faces of deceit, the corporate costume

people intuitively know them when they see them.

Modeling Kissinger:

sneering eyes and distrusting appearance

doesn’t always define the character of these folk.

Should I even call them folk?

Perhaps ‘puppeteers’ on the World stage of greed

permeates a better crowning Glory to them.

Equivalent to upper class snobs

the World is so familiar with these arrogances.

Faces of repulsiveness, they march on

reaping souls like cabbage from the ground

countermanding and stopping the clock mechanism

by throwing a wrench to suit their powers.

I personally love my viewership of them jostling

one another in the power game of ‘Win’.

Should I even call them winners?

Perhaps a poor definition of their character

tho’ I try and prevail with a meaning.

Search for the humble face.

When one is non-evasive he is God.

When one is non-judgmental he is God.

I cast my stone across the waters of your mind.

Do you have doubt in what I just said?

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sparrowsong

When one is non-evasive he is God.
When one is non-judgmental he is God...

Great words also...

To live by...

Thank You

sparrowsong

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Ricardo Antonio...

So how is your day going Sparrowsong? - email me, I want to establish friends on the tele ..

greenleafgenesis@gmail.com

Ricardo

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