Words of cunning
Shining stunning.
Men of grandeur
Blinding, numbingWith winsome wiles in specious styles.
Speeches etching,
Rhyming, wrenching.
Men so shallowStumble fetching
For words that maze, to clear their daze.
Calm in disarray
Sinking day by dayHopeless never see
Save what they believe.
Choices weakening,
Ever sinking.Men are poisoned into thinking
That they've a voice above their noise.
Spheres of disarray
Worsened by the daySadly led and fooled
Without thoughts to rule.
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