Smoke And Mirrors Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Just so pitiful, just beautiful.
Dead marshes, a dead pelican bay.
Men and there substitutes for rifles.
Victimizing the innocent.
Its not there fault, it was never there fault.
The blameless, and the shameless.
Can you feel the cameras right against your neck.
Trying to incorporate everything as they define.
Were not dead or blind.
Story tellers still pass a song or two.
And it passes the secrets of a forbidden truth.
With the threat a gag and a hangman's noose.
Decode each node, and
See if you can find our ghosts.