Unfinished Lament

Can you face the pressure
Welcome the fragrance
A gift from the flowers
Pleasantly distracting you
Trying to shut out the noise
And the smell
From the World

Turning away
From a moment of victory
Or is this capitulation
Wrapped up and placed
Delicately under the Christmas Tree

Rather an expression of defiance
Accepting of nothing
Yet blending,
Embracing almost
An environment
As a tear trickles

The silent majority
Like an earthquake
Rattles foundations
Oh can these masses
Rise together

Oh shameful Courtesans
Sidle up close
Alongside our conscience
And whisper
Reassuring lies
As we return to our slumber.

A moment lost.


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