Deceit: A poem

The cloth of our skies

Is woven with their lies

When cruelly they did slit a throat

And in their victory, they did gloat

The sheafs of history are stolen fruit

Truth is in the flotsam of deadwood

And justice is only but clay

To the order that rules the day

Our pride lies in the gems of the past

The untitled chapters that did not last

To cast our nets in the oceans of yore

And restore the heritage that was pure

Victims don’t tell tales, victors do

Our pages are bound with such deceit’s glue

How one man made another a slave

And civilisation, in turn, called him brave

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts

3 thoughts on “Deceit: A poem ”

This reminds me of Great? Britain . I’m not sure how they can call themselves that – given all the lies and deceit to cover up their sinful deeds to those that that were vulnerable !!

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