Blood Silver

by Cliff Lake

Your fraudulent promotion
Of strange conspiracy.
You’re paid for your commotion,
All can plainly see.
Unwavering devotion
To any currency,
But who am I to speak
To your hypocrisy?

How many of those greenbacks
Have captured your affection?
As you count up all those dirty stacks
Are you avoiding introspection?
An all-consuming avarice,
Takes you completely,
But who am I to speak
Of your hypocrisy?

A soul you must have advertised
As one of easy hail.
It’s not that you are compromised,
You’re just available wholesale.
It’s not that you’re a statesman,
You conduit for lobby,
But who am I to speak,
Against hypocrisy?

What’s in your head, more people dead,
You purposely don’t see.
But I have seen, and it’s obscene
What you’re allowed to be.
A trail of blood of innocents
That trails you constantly…
You’re goddam right I will speak out,
On your hypocrisy.

Cliff Lake 12/7/2023
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