Beneath the Veneer
Led by the nose, when will we learn
That not all leaders are sincere
Though heaven-sent they might appear
Our trust they trample in return
Then when their deeds reveal their game
Our freedom’s gone; heads hang in shame.
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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2022
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