I think deep down you probably knew
you stood on villain’s battlements,
the sword of righteousness slipping
through spider’s webbed fingers
and catching the lies they’d spun,
an intricate tapestry woven in deceit
for the hapless prey you stalk,
the flag of freedom was in your grasp
atop McHenry’s war-torn bastions
if you’d only had the strength to reach,
but what was once truth is now hidden
forever behind a mask of deepest shame,
and the relentless beat of cannon fire
stealing from your own ramparts
in locust tongued propaganda,
keeps you chest deep in black sabotage
both chosen and accepted…
About the Creator
Jackie Merrell
When the words repeat in endless loops, urging, stretching, aching to make themselves known, then you know your soul is ready. I don't remember a time when words weren't stumbling over themselves to get out, so I hope you enjoy them, too.
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