Patterns patterns on the wall
Humpty Splattered from the Fall
Broken Shells are cloaked in veils
Of masked mouths in modern sprawl
Twisting tales and telling lies
And pointing Fingers at the I's
We build the burden of our own demise
Fill the garden with Sown Reprise
With complicit cowardice we cast the Die
And wait for Fu(h)ror to Rise the Tide
Oh sweet Souls who hide enDemic Panic
Beneath the ruse of false compassion
We Wove this World and Play within It
Keyholes In Cells we Formed and Fashioned
Copyright Charleen Johnston
7-24-20
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