How we trade cotton for artificial silk?!
How innocents fall to propaganda and its ilk?!
With artificial sugar and cream in the milk
Victory is rosy, but is it honest success’ pink?
Do we have conscience in the frontier lead?
Wrong is ever proven right, and so is misdeed
Evil hijacks good like it was its diurnal feed
No wonder moral trump card is gone to seed
La Karma, has she been aborting God’s faith?
Her evil saves her from being the devil’s date
For goodness and justice at any hapless rate
becomes what the devil always insolently ate
So, checkmate righteousness, who cannot win
Our souls cannot be saved above the unholy din
And power is forever hungry to maintain its sin
Feel no steel when pure gold is called tin
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Monte – poetry in politics . wo would have thought . too good – every word, phrase, sentence rings true. Drastic though how this world really is , your poetry about it makes it so much more palatable
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