| By brian francis With words inspiring beliefs unreal Tainted considerations presented as fact. He called them to his side to gather, reel, And he dressed in the garb of the martyr, Crying his accusations at the roiling crowd. Girding them for action he aimed their attentions, And drew back the bow with a flurry of noble intentions. He promised that he would be there at their side. He pleaded their loyalty to this appointed cause, Colored and christened hiding seditions gleam. He drew them along releasing the leash, he turned and went back to his thrown. He watched as America suffered his grief. Celebrating the cracking of liberties panes. Joyous he laughed as America cried. He’d finally donned the robes of tyranny. Copyright © 2021 brian francis |
Tag: political
The Precipice
By brian francis the edge is clean and distinct a breaking point of history where a nation for whatever reason choose to turn away from themselves they deny their very sense of morality the deceiver smiles and laughs anti everything good and decent mirror mirror on the wall who’s the leader of them all He rose from mammon raised his sign above them plated in gold it shown like the sun He smiled and was pleased they called out his name and he smiled and glowed with pride “I can do anything and they will praise me” “I demean them and invade their person” “I can do anything I want” and they cry out his name Copyright © 2020 brian francis |
Masih ad-Dajjal
| by brian francis Looking at the TV screen at the local Donuts shop an old man said pointing at the picture of Donald Trump He has come, soon the battle will begin. I sat looking down engaged in my donut and coffee but still I listened as he mumbled about the prophesy He is the one destined for destruction he who opposes and exalts himself he takes the highest seat and they cry out his name the deceiver comes from his place in the towers high above the great city He will remove the laws, becoming the lawless one joining league with the orders of darkness he will oppress the voices of reason and truth usurping the good with deception, perversion Yes he has come and dark days will soon follow 12/19/2016 Copyright © 2020 brian francis |
Masih ad-Dajjal
By brian francis
Looking at the TV screen at the local Donuts shop
an old man said pointing at the picture of Donald Trump
He has come, soon the battle will begin.
I sat looking down engaged in my donut and coffee
but still I listened as he mumbled about the prophecy
He is the one destined for destruction
he who opposes and exalts himself
he takes the highest seat
and they cry out his name
the deceiver comes from his place
in the towers high above the great city
He will remove the laws, becoming the lawless one
joining league with the orders of darkness
he will oppress the voices of reason and truth
usurping the good with deception, perversion
Yes he has come and dark days will soon follow
Copyright © 2020 brian francis
National Path
| By brian francis Our national path can seem always up hill Brightly we climb our progress a thrill But then we find on the other side of it all A much steeper hill and down it we fall And down in the valleys where shadows play Licking our wounds, we sit and we stay Regretting the effort, we’d expended before We sulk in sorrow, feeling weak and sore Deception might fool us lies leading us astray Challenge the union in hopes it might fray Whispers and secrets and deceptions and lies We question our progress, tear at our ties When we are inspired by our just looking back Seeing the progress, we have made in our track And remembering what has bound us ‘til now The Declaration, Constitution, our societal vow We await the sound the siren cry of our cause Excited we rally together without pause The giant gets restless in its slumbering rest As the nation is challenged put to the test Liberty cries loud that great banshee scream As again together we climb and we dream The banner waves high its light shining bright The bald eagles fly talons ready to fight Copyright © 2020 brian francis |
Wordsmith: At The Forge 