I see the mask with eyes all glass arise
Before the lies begin to drive their tongues
With lashes fast to ends of bad goodbyes
In lows so high they slide down all the rungs.
A ticking clock does pound inside their heads
In search of dirt to feed their veins in vain,
Because these souls have knelt to gods unsaid,
In darkness wed the thought to deed ordains.
I cry for those who cry alone unknown,
To give my thoughts, like phones, extending hands
Remote to depths athirst for Love's dial tone,
And listen close to plug the pouring sands.
This life is life only when lives are lived
With Liberty to say we know we loved.
-MMF
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