In swamps deep, where chaos thrives,
A dance with crisis, truth connives.
Coddling whispers, conspiracy's bed,
With blinded eyes, ignorance is fed.
Extremist arms, an embrace so tight,
Refusing compromise, shunning the light.
Backward they tread, history denied,
A conscience lost, in ignorance they hide.
Covering truth with a veil so impenetrable,
In the dance of confusion, reason does stumble.
Forward lies the path they neglect,
Lost in the echoes of a past they protect.
A society decaying, bound for Scheol,
A cancerous sore, consuming the soul.
Rotting within, the host it devours,
The fabric unravels, toxic powers.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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