Words float above the breeze
Shouted to all in an attempt to please
Crowds chant words heard above it all
Wanting their fifteen is there call
Lives need to be fulfilled in this world
And errant behaviours not upheld
Ugliness as well as beauty is a part
Of this our earth it will impart
It seems the media will be
Selective in what they want us to see
So we look on and wonder why
Truth is immaterial in their ploy.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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