They saved a child with a lie

They had words, like soldiers on a mission
To march past teeth without looking back, 
To march past integrity, without even looking at all.
They speak only in stalemate; with each party locking
Horns, sounding off…in snorts and stares…
So they can be owned like boxes unwrapped,
By possessions we sought, oh, forgive us we fought…

They’ll reach the top…
They’ll reach in deep and with a heavy arm, 
To bear the brunt of a loaded sentence, 
Cocked back like the head of a horse.
Prescribing a Trojan move –an entendre in the midst, 
And a poison portrait, reflecting steam turned toxic
They’ll inflict about their own diagnosis,
Prescribing trickery to become prognosis, 
And using whispered prayer like subtle hypnosis, 
Forcing –by verse alone may the word be true!
They’ll say, I’ll say, so rehearsed in this way
So they, may not say, the reality of this day.

They promise obscurity –more answers to forever,
Assuring the day, that night can never come,
Instead expect pervasive sunshine with only hopeful clouds!
(With a zero percent chance of thunder they add in perspiration)
A smile-grin, a smile-grin, all in all, this only adds to chagrin, 
Oh weatherman, oh healing-man, how can I know-
The world you present, is the world I’ve been bestowed?

M. L. Michael 
05.20.04

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