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Drum

by Frank Hubeny 
The up and down of beating drums are heard across the lake
As falsehood twists the message and the drummers take no break.
The solid door, self-righteousness, defends. It’s locked to win.
Convinced that truth rests safe inside is where truth can’t get in.

 

Posted on June 22, 2020 at 11:15 AM in Frank, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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