Comments about Amos Beck
Remembering Not To Lie
Remembering Not to Lie
Through a glass darkly is how we see,
viewing a foggy image of reality.
Time keeps marching as the ebbing tide,
our creator watches from the other side.
Vestigial leaders encased in their lies,
bending and turning the hands of time;
esoterical memories lain deep in minds,
can’t tell the truth, not even trying.
Beyond fading rainbows the scaffold rust,
the big Greek pillars are layered in dust.
Didn’t take long for the sound bites to echo,
crowds turning in disgust as they normally do.
Ten generations in...