I can’t explain why
But we told ourselves a big lie
We told ourselves we had defeated fascism
But there was a schism
In the streets we shouted their defeat
But in private
We lie between their sheets
We took their scientists in
We listened to their lies
Because they comported with our own
We brought them in our home
After a while
They took the reigns to our brains
Gladios cutting off our nose to save our face
Mud between our toes
As we tip, tip, tip toed through the Third World
A plague hurled upon our world
Head my words now
Make this battle our last
Cast them back into the hell fire from which they were forged
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Good job. True words and I liked how you laid it out. I think the word “head” is really meant to be “heed” my words.