Rippled Faces

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of so many sad unhappy confused and

mean faces,clown faces, disturbed haunting faces

many that chase me in my dreams and nightmares

faces, cracked old and weathered tired homeless faces,

not finding peace or happiness in our mad world

of Disturbed faces.

 

So what can we do to change our faces,

do we put on happier makeup, can we fill

the cracks with the fountain of youth,

or better still immortality faces for what it’s

worth to these sad worn out faces

haunting me still.

 

What does it all mean this scene of

destruction, faces so proud and stubborn

rich and poor many forgotten faces,

crying tears, streaming down so tragic

on children’s faces, losing their

momma and papa in a sea of faces.

 

Lost and deserted walk the streets

lonely, infested with crime, prostitution and

death faces, with no faces our races care

little but the political hypocrites who want

faces to be blurred intoxicated, put on

hold for their own agenda faces, will force

us to swallow their swill of pomp and skewed

political faces, with frowns from the public

faces who vote these faces into power

shame on those arrogant political faces.

 

Who deflower us all with their greed

and power, then overpower us common faces

who without us, would hide their faces in shame

those silly stately faces, we cast a vote and brighten

their faces once more as they rub their hands

knowing the taxpayers pay their wages to commit

fraud in the name of power to serve and protect

themselves with their dirty faces.

 

They won’t hide their faces unless our faces

uncover them for who they are political trash

in power to make our faces cringe with shame

for placing them in the power game as we cry

freedom to all the races of faces who are

dying in their beds at night from lack of

food, medicine, homes and jobs

so sad these faces.

 

These faces suffer alone while the power

is given to those to spend and ruin our

countries faces by plunging us into debt

so deep that even a grave digger cries

with his face buried in his hands while

so many tired and angry faces cry from

their graves in shame for who we’ve

become a faceless society

of hopeless faces.

 

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