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Picket Fence Terrorists

I’m dead
because I died
a beautiful death
no afterlife for the weary
only candlelight for us
who rest in peace
returned to caves
to understand shadows cast
on walls they call media
so we can be part of your world
where celebrities are god
and scientists fraud
the one containing
material blessings
so important for identity
for they make man proud
then foolish when he leaves
beyond the den’s shadows
where light is abundant
now you see truth
go share it then burn
your body now ash
but your soul intact.

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New Leaves on the Old Trees is a collection of poetry about love, war, death, rebirth, healing and transformation. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions. (under construction - thanks for following/liking in interim phase)

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