Transparent Poem by Butch Decatoria

Were it not for the secrets kept
To selves deluded with self importance,
Eyes not blind, the mind made less, yet
The witness of your thoughts an ignorant

Real Life / worldly emergencies
The thieving of Green, and all currency
Not cared or shared with the broken, lost
Streets' breaking News have sharper claws

Not concrete or laws, where love can't last
Regret no stains, taint, but the self made of glass
Still, Transparency is the king's masterclass…
Were it not for the secrets... mess...
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