You shake your tail feathers
Like a fettered fool
Chained to buffoonery
Your a manaical tool.
The world can see
The sleight of hand
Shook to lies without a plan
The artful dodger, the con man
We grieve we pray we look away
In homes and villages we hang
And stay. No choice is made for
people like prey. We hide, we cry
we lie in dismay. The choice is ours
the line is drawn, the sand is coarse.
Pick the side you see your dawn. Rising
Tides forever long.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Jairo Alzate on Unsplash
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