Feathered Fool

You shake your tail feathers

Like a fettered fool

Chained to buffoonery

Your a manaical tool.

The world can see 

The sleight of hand

Shook to lies without a plan

The artful dodger, the con man

We grieve we pray we look away

In homes and villages we hang

And stay. No choice is made for 

people like prey. We hide, we cry

we lie in dismay. The choice is ours 

the line is drawn, the sand is coarse.

Pick the side you see your dawn. Rising 

Tides forever long.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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