Officially Untitled

By TheGameCat

Tue, 27 Jan 2015
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The nameless they cannot be named
The faceless they cannot be faced
The priceless price cannot be paid
With paper tigers they enslave
 
Truths are lies not yet corrupt
The puppet master sums it up
Leave us with nowhere to look
You cannot fight what cannot be touched
 
The fearless they can be insane
The witless they can be so brave
The hapless they can fall again
The night puts end to shadow games
 
But the genie's popped his cork again 
All headlines are hallucinogens
Smoke and mirrors more than shock and awe
It's in our pockets, this real war
Certificate U
Poem
Poetry by The GameCat
Opinion