shadow flag
By molock
Till the soil,
pluck the weeds.
In the land of milk
and honey,
nothing's ever as it
seems
i have a secret...
I Know it's hard
to comprehend.
But there's a
shadow flag
planted in the
garden....
blood stained
hands
money and greed.
there's a man on
the television
...tryin' to sell
me the American
dream.
why are so many
cups over filled,
when there are
mouths still left
feed?
there's a secret,
riding on the wind.
quiet as it's kept...
there's a shadow
flag,
planted in the
garden....
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Copyright 2017 molock
Published on Saturday, November 18, 2017.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, November 18, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I'll never tire of the lyrical way you write. That opening stanza says it all.
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On Saturday, November 18, 2017, sheff
(115) wrote:
wanton, lovely. cheers
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On Saturday, November 18, 2017, dwells
(4289) wrote:
Somebody once wrote on here that they were enjoying a ham sandwich from the garden over your grave (as I recall) - but I digress. The shadow government is watching us all; but I'll never tell or break the spell. Cheers Mo! - Dan