False Victory - Poem
False Victory - Poem
Liars are celebrating their victory
Fact is unable to scream and assert
Like them.
The frantic crowd won't listen to his dying
Murmur like he is doing
Big offense
Scared for being alone.
More than the circulation of blood
Their soul needs money wrapped
Happiness
Than naked truth like a beggar
Standing alone
They overlook always this menaquinone or like a scarecrow
Of outfit standing outside the shop
As unsellable.
God knows if liars have remained
Conscious mind to ask themselves
Have we had true victory
Or deceived all including us.