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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