(no subject)
each side untied,
they make their lies,
not knowing whom is who.
and trust upon each other,
believing what seems true.
the middle man sees clarities
denied the right to think,
it spreads to distant parodies,
Yet missing spoken link.
Another finger pointed,
A name escapes the grasp.
Back bone double jointed,
The knife wounds never lasts.
Intelligence is slipping,
As always does in groups,
The wires we are tripping,
Turns tricks into spry troops.
Each team has a leader,
The captain has a grudge,
Training next for feeder,
Never cave to nudge.
The rules we make,
They appear as we go,
Shows our face as fake,
And how we sunk so low.