Blood Silver

 

Blood Silver

 

Your fraudulent promotion

Of strange conspiracy.

You’re paid for your commotion,

All can plainly see.

Unwavering devotion

To any currency,

But who am I to speak

To your hypocrisy?

 

How many of those greenbacks

Have captured your affection?

As you count up all those dirty stacks

Are you avoiding introspection?

An all-consuming avarice,

Takes you completely,

But who am I to speak

Of your hypocrisy?

 

A soul you must have advertised

As one of easy hail.

It’s not that you are compromised,

You’re just available wholesale.

It’s not that you’re a statesman,

You conduit for lobby,

But who am I to speak,

Against hypocrisy?

 

What’s in your head, more people dead,

You purposely don’t see.

But I have seen, and it’s obscene

What you’re allowed to be.

A trail of blood of innocents

That trails you constantly…

You’re goddam right I will speak out,

On your hypocrisy.

 

Cliff Lake 12/7/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

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