Hollow Valentine Poem by Mark Ferrari

he says he is righty
lying, oh so proud
ask the not so mighty
if he is so damn shiny
the awser is on the crowd
thinking like they're allowed
to escape of the dread
that makes them sad
but talk like they're dead

the judge holds a smile
hiding on his hand
the 'ophile's trail
that just won the trial
that did not stand
on such sacred land
looking for money
stealed of the monkey
by a controled dummy

take a breath on the hall
natural place, a lie
the kid faces a fall
by the time is dawn
the news fake a cry
while the truth lay 'n die
surrounded by fear
the path never is clear
when you're not the dear