Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Upon Wings of Deceit

Some of the faux righteous gaze over the bounty of their great deeds,
Whilst others remain ignorant to the secret burials of their real needs
And lost to all rich heirs; is wealth in the journey of just introspection-
As those sustained by conformity, eventually find empty, all exaltations.

In the haste of a panicked retreat, is the defeat of the soul blamed-
As the nightmare of truth, with lies has always been callously tamed.
Onwards, is the march to guiltless horizons upon the wings of deceit-
As the favours of glory and justice, always are made via cold conceit.

And carrying, harrowing remorse for responsibilities of gain not shared-
Do the guilty leave the battlefields of life with their remorse undeclared.
The awoken renegades of dissent still live upon survivalist insistence-
As within covert wars of rebellion, is a passionately simmering defiance.


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