Empty words with golden desire
Promised warmth marked cold motivation
Hollow platitudes , for self desire
Truth is in the verbal persuasion
Of Narcissistic need
Hidden among flowery language
And self-serving intent
Gone are the loving attitudes
Promises of future mental intimacy
Accusatory assault replaces warm expectations
The real monster rears its head
Shrugging off the masquerade of care
The mask of compassion
Revealing the true purpose
Fiduciary endeavor , the bitter pill
Money is the need
And, I but a means to an end
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost
Painted Graffiti on histories page
The statues have been pull down
As smoke of Insurrection, black as night
reaches the sky
A constant droning over loud speakers slogans
and vitriolic words echo through the city’s canyons
More pain, death for a lie..
The past on display in flags and banners
A failed idea, brought to life
No protection, as the demons break windows
And, beat car drivers that dared to drive onto
their roadway
Loot stores in the name justice
Kill in the name of peace
Accusation of the innocent
Silence opposition
Wear a mask to avoid the condemnation
of their actions
Hate is evident
The people faced the evil their
leader’s embraced
Life or death a moment away
A tear fell to ground
A great Republic’s existence
Stands in the balance
Succeed, their children will know liberty
Fail, their generations are
Lost
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
