Saturday, May 20, 2023

Astray

i walked a narrow mile through the wild
guiding those i had with wiles beguiled
killers, schemers, thieves consumed by greed
dispatching detractors to add them to the feed

we trod the path enjoying fruits of power
took our time and made the throne room in an hour
and none could stop our rise though so few tried
wealthy liars with hopeful poor beside

we undermine their rights before their eyes
for none can now distinguish truth from lies

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