Broken Promises Poem by Stephen Pennell

Your promises fall to the ground like autumn leaves.
They are like the drops in an ocean, Or the stars in the sky.
The crust on a pie so easily broken.
Your lips may move but the truth stays hidden away.
I dont need lie detectors, Just my ears.
No torture chambers or dossier of lies
No more sons need to die
Always remember a politians promises, Are like snow flakes they will melt away
Until the next illegal war comes to take your young soldiers away