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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  • Drea On Saturday, November 18, 2017, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    I'll never tire of the lyrical way you write. That opening stanza says it all.

  • sheff On Saturday, November 18, 2017, sheff (115)By person wrote:

    wanton, lovely. cheers

  • dwells On Saturday, November 18, 2017, dwells (4288)By person 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


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