The Daily Reap

By Cliff Lake

 

The Daily Reap

 

Red dreams howl

in a twilight

we did not ask for.

Promise fulfilled

claiming lives.

Marching goons

welcomed by morons

unaware

they are listed also.

Daily chaos

daily reap.

Bibles raised

opposite the gun hand.

Pulpits praise

the reddened tide.

Lawless lawmen

perform in concert.

Justice flees

her skirts undone.

Daily disarray

daily reap.

Pledges lied

for eager sup.

Contracts signed

to be ignored.

Roving eye

staring blankly.

Covered ear

hears praise only.

Twisted tongue

truths accidentally.

Margin multitudes

miss the message.

Daily discord

daily reap.

Costly bread

choking masses.

Hobbled peoples

forsaken legacy.

Vanity project

mildewed by morning.

Cash conscription

for golden tomb.

Daily snarl

daily reap.

Untruth spoken

sold for profit.

Nightmare molded

newly taught.

Historic fumble

fashioned as win.

Character cratered

callously championed.

Illegal legate

leads astray.

Daily chaos

daily reap.

Daily snarl

daily reap.

Daily discord

daily reap.

Daily disarray

daily reap.

Daily chaos

daily reap.

 

Cliff Lake 7/13/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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