To a Promised land that can never exist
Where our path ahead we can see
But the way is blocked by a solid pane
Will we ever again be free?
Perhaps we will find us an open gate
And we will see the way to go
Or will it be an illusion we cannot break
That is something we need to know
Like the blind leading the blind
Follow me, or, I'll follow you
And we will find our lost utopia
Before the day is surely through
Then the voice comes down from Capitol Hill
It says there is nothing to fear but fear
There are no fascists we know that rule
Just simple Autocracy up here
And the crowds applaud and praise is sung
For the promises that could cause us war
In this new world of smoke and mirrors
His magic we will learn to abhor
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-11-09 at 08:22
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We can see clearly, now...
Shall we walk in this maze of polished glassWhere our path ahead we can see
But the way is blocked by a solid pane
Will we ever again be free?
Perhaps we will find us an open gate
And we will see the way to go
Or will it be an illusion we cannot break
That is something we need to know
Like the blind leading the blind
Follow me, or, I'll follow you
And we will find our lost utopia
Before the day is surely through
Then the voice comes down from Capitol Hill
It says there is nothing to fear but fear
There are no fascists we know that rule
Just simple Autocracy up here
And the crowds applaud and praise is sung
For the promises that could cause us war
In this new world of smoke and mirrors
His magic we will learn to abhor
Poetry by Liam
Read 47 times
Written on 2024-11-09 at 08:22
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