The Inordinate Farce Poem by Tomás Aguía
The Inordinate Farce
Time is like a tide, it always moves by
it makes us give up, on what is inside
it hides all the lies in the endless sky
burying their side in the unholy ride
giving up their gab in a mild disguise
hiding in plain sight within our own ranks
blaming all of us for their own despise
pilfering all their foe in their veiled tanks
frightening all of whom don´t dare oppose
polluting all their wit within beyond
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