nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

BEHIND THE LIES

There was silence
With a cruel stare
Upon each wall
A violence bare
Led by ignorance
A drink in hand
The mob mentality
The flag to stand.

For something which
Once was proud
Now on each lampost
Threatening , loud
Prejudice and hate
Spread by those
With hidden agendas
Corruption to hold.

To lead with division
In order to rule
Their footsoldiers
Rioting fools
Who pay the price
In prison cells
While behind the lies
Politics blend.