Greatness has no merit,

And there aren’tMany so,Those, that can beHate him,Attack himWant him, away,Let goDon’t want itTo be soThat’s how lowSome things called menWill go.Bear this in mindBefore judging someoneYou really don’t know,And that by liesAnd false propagandaHas been treated,So unfairly, soAnd lied about,‘Democratically’Hoping you wouldNever, know! ! !Do not let the truthBe murdered,Your blood will beThere too!

That we as,Supposed ‘intelligent’ beings,Simply don’t achieve,Unexplainable, the evil vein,That clogs the human brain,And works so hard,To constantly deceive.

The Future, uncertain,The World, a black curtain.

And flowers that make,Senses spring,It is that way,That I can know,I’m still alive,And want to go,To higher places,Where to grow,Things that can flower,In the rain,To help our lives,Feel less in vain,And as we grow,Feel less life’s pain.

Niceties,About poems read,But those runningFor office,Also, Colleagues in Crime,Attack each other,Act like Rattlesnakes,Full of Poisonous LiesAnd Pomposity!

Musically perfect,Silhouettes fly by,Delicate caresses,For the spirit and the eye.