Sitting down by the lake
I saw some people with smiles fake
Dressed as gentlemen came wraiths of hate
No love at all, with wealth they bait
Some thorned roses and hearts full of hate
And those smiles hid the scars of fate
The Benches are full, there is fear in the shade
In hands there are sharp pieces of jade
Smiles that hide the dead man inside
And Smiles that cover the shattered pride
Darkness has crept while the sun is out
Clouds of greed will stay, there is no doubt
Some thorned Roses and hearts dead
I know now why the water was red
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
