Terry Williamson Poems

Suddenly, there feels like an aroma filling the air,
Like…
A cloud of peace and pleasantries has invaded the atmosphere,
pillaging the stench of a chaotic plague.
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Apologies to our leaders
Architects of a system of a stolen fetus
Empowering the hands of spiritual cheaters
“In God I Trust, ” for they will not lead us
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I’ve survived many demands
To see the nails in my hands.
The petitions of my enemy
Salivate at the taste of the sin in me.
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