Strange workings

These days

The inner

Twisted to outer

Painted with lies

They no longer smile

No need to hide

True intentions

For we are

Too afraid

To question

What comes next

Which line

You will be placed

Or which wall

Against you stand

But each

Ends with a bullet

Metaphorically

Or literally

No difference

In their eyes

from my latest poetry collection, Lost in the Hours. You can purchase here