Mouth of Gravel | Poem
Political Cognitive Dissonance
Mouth of Gravel

Sharpened words travelling through a jagged smile. Charring ashes left by charming lashes.
Hardened lords unraveling in – to a ragged pile.
Against the sounds, with rhythm, distinct.
Its conciseness and spiking peaks.
Piercing bruised ears, left behind
by their heavy-handed arguments.
&
Forever synced –
a consciousness.
Makes concessions to what I think.
Stations, and bonds,
to steer the fused gears.
Like the justice they augment.
The controlled masses,
against burning flashes.
Grew nearer as they rile.
Sparring clashes
with not one left.
But pardoned hordes, collaborating –
The scene, starring fascists,
That push – foreseen and vile.
Thumbnail image created by Contributor — Florence Alden.

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