Markthetabor

A falsified dream

I saw an airplane,

 

but it didn’t touch the sky.

 

Nor was it on the ground.

 

Perhaps a lie?

 

It evoked vivid emotion.

 

And rid the citizen of an ill hearted try.

 

It crosses my mind,

 

And explains the notion of peace.

 

But there is rustling within the mind

 

A demand for better.

 

As society calls.

 

A grind.

 

These will not merge.

 

True peace,

 

Or following the American dream by the letter.