Martial law
But he ain't in town yet.
Just fake pictures of
Solidarity.
While beguiling you
In a sorry sea of
Contempt.
Martial law, oh my
He really ain't your friend,
Never ever was.
But, between
Anxiety and fear.
There ain't no clear water
For Thought and peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Peter, A very thought provoking poem. Great detail, & an element of conspiracy to this one! There's more to it than meets the eye! that's the impression I get from the poem! great work! keep going!