~Eye in the sky~

White feathers were strewn and tossing about
the molt was long over when this came around
auction was silent as bidders arrived
over the edge collusion contrived.

Man makes the word where it cannot be kept
political thought silver pockets accept
all while the eye, broadens it's view
percentage of few will see nothings new.

Camouflage words stirred with sugar to mix
agenda is theirs, they know its their trick
someday someone will help re-define
a word they call politics that yours and that's mine!


~Bentlee~
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Posted: Nov 2011
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Comments (1)

lucy777
How true this is Bentlee! I love these lines the best, Camouflage words stirred with sugar to mix
agenda is theirs, they know its their trick. thumbs up
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