When you see the truth, But you are told it is lies, Where do you now stand?
Tag: late night poetry
An ode to Raab
The players will change, But the game remains the same, And we all suffer.
Moulded over time, Its nature is unquestioned, Worn but resolute.
Water moulds the rock, Resist the majority, Don't ignore the light.
The wars they pursue, Are for them and not for you, Just power and greed.