If not for all the other faces

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Nenochtoo
Nenochtoo Members Posts: 37
edited November 2010 in Waiting To Exhale
The propagandist atop a crumbling roof,
a desperate crowd massed on the ground.
Disquieting frown, a place to be found,
if not for all the other faces.
He stoked the frightening fires of fear,
extruded emotion and shed a tear.
Extorting support, he would lead,
never in the fray, never to bleed,
safely lounging in comfortable places.

Always well heard, but ever aloof,
instilling a sense of national pride
all the while you’re taken on a ride -
Dumped off in the middle of nowhere.
A long walk back, if you know the way -
Such is the life of a branded stray.
Are you living free until the roundup ?
Twirling on a spit, your horn now a cup
Once living free, now a fine fare







upon someone else’s table.


Drink the bottle and ignore the label.