Milk for meat
Hype for hope
Lies for love
Ashes for beauty
And yet we all said “amen”
Puppet master;
Thy humble puppets, enthralled
…and we have anointed you;
To tell us …
What we want to hear
What we want to read
What we want to watch
You have executed thy duties, craftily;
Tickling our ears to perfection,
With feathers, dipped in murder
Our souls; numbed
our hearts; tangled in lies.
The parade
The confetti
The Loyalist
An ovation;
To he who sits lonely on his throne;
Feeding our emotions,
In his own emptiness.
Sensationalism
Emotions
Temporarily
Seasonal
Hypnotized
Roller coaster ride…
We are dead, like yesterday.
Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi
beautiful!
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Hi Pastor “G”…a disturbing all too common truth….much prayer and change needed.
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Powerful poem. You might like this as it’s a similar idea: http://thevoiceofone.org/2014/02/11/babylawn/
Blessings 🙂
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