Tuesday Night Post # 49
Criminals,
In all our individual squareness we still find a way to break law. A break from images I settle for some words.
-DBL
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Stepping lightly in a maze
Every turn can be a phase
Let one fall the rest remain
From the top there is only fear
for all to swallow and disappear
In that moment civilization maintained
Laws are made to protect
Dignity left out by the great architect
Beast rely on the love
In the holes left by hasty design
Leeches settle in civil decline
Life is lived never shoved
In the mist of discontent
Masses drift with no vents
Shedding all that remains excess
In the end we find the truth
In nothing but the bitter root
Slowing down what needs not progress