Tar and feather

Life is too cruel, and people’s core,Is mostly rotten, trust, What for?

Those who are treacherously against us,In our Country and those you cannot see,Now, Hear me!This is the United States of America,The land of builders, of creativity,The land of the fighting free,Where one can still,Breath freedom, humanly,Like no other you have flowered,Like no other you let Be,The dreams, sweat and tears,Of great opportunity,We have an obligation,Freedom…

Now, all’s that’sLeft,Is that cloudyWhite scum,That appearsAfter waterEvaporatesFrom boiling,In Life’s potAnd once you loseThat,You should no longerBe able to lookAt yourselfIn the mirror,Or like Narcissus,In a pond.But today,Like virginityIntegrity,Is so often lostEarly,For a certain priceAnd by a simple sliceFrom Life, its doneNever more to appear,Just gone.

A shattered dream,Like an autumn leaf.That will not die,Like my very shadow,That cannot cry,And even though I try,I can’t forget you,Why? Why? Why?

An image hardly touched,But when, my love,You love this way,One word can mean so much!

And can’t feelWhat is not true,Sincerity and TruthHave for meSpecial appealAnd should alwaysBe keyTo expressing,The real you,At least,In my humble view.