Inviting the light of reason to guide our way.

Flowers and Shells

Flowers and shells
Angels in Hell
Little boy blue…
To bits and pieces.

People want to bitch 
Declare one a witch
All for desire…
Stoke up the fire.

Let’s cause division!
Build a coalition!
Puppet on the throne,
Throw the crowd a bone.

Will it stop? Yo,
I don’t know.
Shaping what we will,
A thousand joys; a thousand ills.

(Image is by Banksy. Two lines borrowed from Ice, Ice, Baby, by Vanilla Ice. Two lines borrowed from James Allen’s, As A Man Thinketh.)

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This entry was posted on November 3, 2016 by in poem, Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , .
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