04 Monday Nov 2024
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Corruption finds it quiet way inside, an
open door, a shadowed step behind,
what seemed so sure, with steady hands
unwinds, leaves brittle walls and empty
rooms confined.
We thought ourselves immune to such
decay, yet rot crept in, too patient to
defy, each promise cracked, each
spoken word a lie, and trust dissolved
like salt into the day.
03 Sunday Nov 2024
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In quiet rooms where shadows gleam,
they turn the gears, unseen, unheard,
and money flows like silent streams,
to gild the filth with perfect words.
The handshake's weight, the empty face,
with masks that smile, and eyes that hide,
a tilted world where truth's displaced,
and virtue drifts on greed's slow tide.
28 Monday Oct 2024
Posted in Just Poetry, The Lyrical, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
In rooms were whispers weave and grow,
the truth erodes, a fractured show,
each handshake hides a debt unpaid,
each smile conceals the price delayed.
The promises, like rain, dissolve,
in silence lies the grand resolve,
a life erodes by unseen hands,
what's built on lies is built on sand.
Ezekiel Fish 