MORNING DIES

Absurd mock men
Content in their suppressed gray garb
Suppressed in their minds
What an obscure picture of free will
Smug, big business
Fat on the souls
of the less fortunate
Wealthy grotesque, oblivious
Atrocities of epic nature
Now on your evening news
Commander in chief
A comical thief
A world filled with grief
And the blood flows freely
all through the middle east
There's blood in his oil
and blood in his smile
He keeps on smiling
all the while
cold masses of dying men
crying women
litter our streets
we must feed the war machine
While he keeps on
lying, prying, buying for time
Oh good people rise
wipe his lies
from your ears and eyes
realize, as morning dies
hear our cries
let truth not find the wayside

TOBY HARTBARGER

©George Sapio

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