Beyond The Pale

I’ve tried to rhyme all morning, stuck inside
the dissonance of the false narrative
absurd, repetitive brushwork, a glide
of gilded paint obscuring rooted truth.

I have no tolerance to mask symptoms.
The germ theory death knell’s one big lie.  I’ll 
never buy Rockefeller’s Pharma scheme—
sell byproducts of petroleum.  Spread

wide and sinking deep, I’ll not inject more
toxins into my veins.  Fraud can’t sustain
in thinking people, but logic’s not taught
these days.  We’re walking in a purchased haze,

we sign the unseen contracts that belie
reality.  Compose a eulogy 
to fury, that old flame doused by the car-
tels’ ruthless power game.  You’ll rise again.

Inspired by: Sustain, Fury, Belie and Eulogy.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

2 thoughts on “Beyond The Pale”

  1. “We’re walking in a purchased haze” – so apt. I love “You’ll rise again.” Yes, we will. If last night’s Deplorable Debacle didnt spur us to work for change, I dont know what it would take. Gah.

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