Smoke Screens Eventually Fade! Poem by Michael Fischer

You put up your smoke screen
to hide your second face;
And as we breathe in fumes,
you subject us to lies!
And as our brain cells die,
we believe every line!

We don't see eye to eye;
You left us out to rust.
Your climbed the pedestal
to look down upon us.

You think you're a hotshot,
but your heart is cold.
And as you become numb,
you abandon your grasp!
And as you fall from grace,
We don't opens our hands!