
Wandering deserts
No one misses mesa stumps
Truth like lightening bolts
Copyright Francis 2022

Wandering deserts
No one misses mesa stumps
Truth like lightening bolts
Copyright Francis 2022

A deceptive game
sustained by the darkest lies –
dispelled by truth’s light
Copyright Francis 2021

Nature of the realm
I dispute – your sovereignty
indisputable
Copyright Francis 2021

The lies you spin with laughter,
feeding me popcorn and hopium to fill my acquiescence.
Now you expect me to believe
I am watching a movie,
that I should drop everything to follow
your vacuous manifesto
stuffed with vapid statistics and your promises.
You can take off that white hat
and throw it in the dirt; many more after me
will gladly stamp on it in the mud.
And let me see the face, that plastic smile,
the burgeoning billions in your bank balance,
swollen to kingdom come which never came.
My time may be done, but in the end
who is going to save you?
Copyright Francis 2021