Naught but shite now rules the night
The pure are long forsaken
Hardy souls in hidden holds
Not long before they're taken
Eyes a'fire.. glow in pitch..
Blackness.. hides them naught
Whatever cover sought...by souls
T'is a lesson.. most forgot
Deemed a burden..children herded
Dressed in sundays best
In one ear and out..none hear
The ignorant.. divest
Innocence..blinded views..
Lessons based on lies
Taught..by those who'll never know
Yet caused themselves..the cries
Darkness covers all about
It lives above the light
The light of now..
The truth?..somehow
Can never make it right
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Here metaphor in day and night portray what is revealed and hidden nicely written
What a dark and powerful piece, my friend. You confront a society where corruption hides beneath respectability, the vulnerable are shaped by deception, and exposure arrives too late to undo the damage. A brutal indictment, James. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yeah...it's kinda about rez schools and Canada's treatment of natives...don't know if you know what I'm talking about...I.e. wherever you are
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