The Cover's Blown

Week 32

I hide in sight,
my truth concealed
all bark no bite,
my hurt unhealed

they poke sleeping bear,
resistance is vain
this world won't be fair,
I try to explain

I let too much out,
my cover is blown
whine just to pout,
I wish I was grown

~ P

Our guise of ignorance has now fallen
All shadows of doubt illuminated
With years of your bombs disintegration
Your pretence of defence crumbles away
Yet still they say it's all far too complex
Empathy held from kids too far away
The victims that you expect to submit
To accept all they've lost and not resist
Lest rubble be made of their latest homes
Left to cower under tarpaulin domes

~ J