Expression Iii Poem by Lento Maez

Look up despondent face what withers
Hearts gone cold what malcontent can
Do in ears blocked years ago by leaders
Painted words what lies in different
Tongues will tell all bloated red with
Victims gall in death the truth a fool can
See what evil lies beyond the grave.
A clefted chin pukes forth its fears
What gendarmes must not know can
Throats once slit pour forth their spit
And venomed words of hate that
Severs cords of vocal protest