Accused of preaching
Teach your feelings to stop
Night is dream unheard
Lives in pieces instead of peace on earth
No answers
No answers
You stand with your pages and your hollow mouth
Moving fragile sentiments is no way to speak
No answers from the suits and ties, a country full of banker’s pride
Self-serving attention seekers
Self-grinding organ services
You need a licence for a dog
But not for “Uncle” Rich and “Uncle” Dave, hitting, touching, down right depraved
A cheap gift card
Love is up for sale
In the dying embers of an ashtray
Standing with your pages on the doorstep, can you explain
False preacher sing us all to sleep,
for the truth is too unpalatable
Copyright John de Gruyther 2014
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