
Sometimes I wonder how we made it so long
The greed and vanity are always so strong
Love is often used as a way to snare you
breathing a lie often unknown by two
If you believe the lie, you can be pulled
If you fight the lie, then you'll be fooled
Fooled into a proof of life trend, the trend of fitting in
Not of what you love, Not of the truth within
Serving the demons of a lie, can lead to servitude forever
One eternity that has no place in fable
one that offers you as a meal to their table
Just because you love what is not always accepted
You won't be heard or even respected
The vain use their platform to spew all their hatred
Towards anyone who thinks like you and forever rejected
The dream of a new land and a freedom of love
Is the dream of a fool if you're not careful where you dove
My dream of a future was based on a lie
where my love joined me and did certainly die
A new land that held old tropes
called us both in, with bullets and ropes
A young killer, who was a coward and liar
Placed upon a pedestal for shooting our crier
We all came to support our new brothers
Who had been wronged by an old league of liars
The coward ran away after threatening us all
with brave language and hatred in his call
He shoots my love, unarmed and not aware
that a young braggert with hatred and dare
Would pull a live trigger, towards one of peace
towards one who's love did not cease
Towards a people, wronged by many
Hated by few, those who will kill the weary
The dread of the deed has made my life nothing
to lose my true love and and left me with loathing
for fighting for a dream, a dream not protected
A dream that was promised and is always rejected
My life is so low, my dream is now crushed
for beliving in the dream and the life of the loved
My body not found, my mind is not honored
My spirit wandered long and my soul is pondered
In life I found no truth to the tale
but in my own death, I find my love never failed
About the Creator
Dwayne O Connor
Just a lover of literary expression no matter the genre. Spent too many years living a strange and extraordinary life not to eventually write about it and all the phenomenal beings I've encountered.


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