The Tunnel


The light at the end of the grotto
Covered with tumbled stones of slander 
A devotion to their own culture
The deception of the promise of power

Rocks stumble from the tunnel’s jaw
Like the flow of water so smooth and so raw
Unrelenting even to the light at the jowl
That fades with the diving ore

A pit of lies and piety to folklore
Bills of broken words that has no vigor
The deceipt of power is ever so forlorn
Utter sounds of parole caves the prisoner

Piety to folklore covers the black and blue
The deceit of freedom lulls the fortitude
Giving glares to cover the saving hue
Red and Blue, the fading light covered with stones.


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