In dark of night
Under cover of clouds
Neath a waning moon
Deeds are committed
Foul, heinous, vicious
Deeds of which we daren’t speak
Silence a bond
Broken only when forced
…..
In light of day people seek
Answers … Who? Why?
Hypocritical posse
On the trail of cold truth
Footprints left on stony ground
Led, as always
By the worst perpetrators…
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (5)
Ah, hypocritical indeed. Loved your poem!
Nice one ♦️
Well said. Led by the worst of us.
Oh, what a great poem! Love the words and the flow
This is a great poem! 😁 Who is in this hypocritical posse?