Poem -

Where Are All The Grassy Knolls When You Really Need One

not everyone is gonna like this .. I can accept that, but it don't make it wrong though .. đź’ś

His exit, from the world stage, was more
of a fall from grace
without a single sympathetic ripple but
much rapturous applause ..
Some words you see, speak for themselves ..
Much like certain dictators,
liars and clowns do, but hey, get this, he was
far too busy redesigning
the truth and opposing reality to notice how
fast the tide of opinion was
swiftly turning against him, yet still, it was a
combination of the swell
and the backwash, that eventually took him,
plus his cronies out in the end ..
Which incidentally folks, along with all those
mammoth presidential lies
of his and their collective absurdity, amount
to nothing less than gross
universal war crimes against the better half
of humanity .. Not to mention,
the complete disregard, for any rights, needs
or beliefs of all those others
both on and off camera, whose bodies now
lay littered and strewn around
for the whole world to see in a cage without
obvious boundaries or bars to
contain any of their ridiculed collective ego’s ..
But then, me writing about
that slime ball won’t save lives or really change
anything at all, except maybe
the way I feel about my own integrity or perhaps,
ease my conscience a little ..

 

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Neville

Cheers Rory .. Neville 

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