A menagerie of thoughts behind
those less than civil eyes,
but they can't hide
the light of a million lies
plastered to the lips of children
off to warn the man in the moon.
Notes of silence dream in golden
with tears scented in denial
finding they can't sacrifice the chosen,
poppies tilt and wait a while
as the stars serenade a dieing sun
with the whispers of a killing man.
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