White Lies

By | 1 February 2021

The bovine smile upon my brown-skinned face
Covers fear and anger’s boiling broth

You greet me as you blow upon your broth
You don’t desire a genuine response

For many years I’ve sought the genuine response
Of actions matching full intent of eyes

But deeds themselves discern intent of eyes
And feed the senses poisoned nectar

Thirstily, we drink of poisoned nectar
Savoring the blooms that slowly perish

At different speeds, we all slowly perish
A thorn of truth pierces joyful anthems

Sing lustily your joyful anthems
Before last breaths depart my brown-skinned face

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