It’s done.
No path of redemption, not one.
This will not blow away.
The manipulators are getting their way.
We are sliding down the backside of this peak.
The tipping point of that so many often speak.
The puppet masters are so close.
Sad to see gone what we love most.
Why must I witness this time?
Could not I have been born long ago and still coined a rhyme?
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Comments1
Good rhyme on a poem that speaks of the troubles of today. A lovely write
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