Beware the poets spinning lies
evoking truth that most deny
based on words beyond control
of dogma's rants by public trolls
these denizens that contrive
to ask the public to comply
when sad delusion is a gift
extended to the ignorant
the poet holds the low ground
against barrages from above
still their mantras can impress
upon the lost in their breasts
the lies spun in florid verse
are verity as consequence
when rivals speak with forked tongues
and poets etch ink to axioms.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191109.
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