Vérité

eagle-eye

Conjoined by contempt

the scurrilous forces bluster

in daily discord

Powerless to turn away,

the peaceful bear witness

laggard patrons to outrage as sport

shackled to blistered pew

they brave the carnage

played out in domed teapot

sullied

stoic

jaws set in grim resolve

they curse the putrid wind

 

Courtly brood of Veritas

polished smooth ‘neath clever thumb

Incendiary moppets

march against spectral villain

fists raised in giddy splendor

Look at us!

We the children of rampant right

requisite heirs to crown of mindless contentment

rightful scribes to the holy temple

Hear our screams for sanction!

We are the voice of the silent

seeking nothing more than justice

chosen by divine grace

driven by benign hand

To deny us is high treason

so it is written

so it shall be

 

High above the witless din

the bloated eagles languish

cloyed by the ease of their harvest

keen eyes set to distant hillside

cunning conspirators

feathers preened to gleaming hue

talons freshly gilded

they plot a new day’s dawning

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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