Simples

It is not just tears that run from my eyes
It is the visions from the USA
I want to be blinkered, blinded, hide

Blanketing my ears
In an euphony of soothing
The
Sounds reverberating
A voice promising all
The greatest one
Watch Olympus fall

Witness the order
Made of old
Middle class protected
Poor

Unworthy

Call

Deaf ears listen to nothing
A blind man
In his ivory tower
The right has it
But not the right direction
It leans that way
That's all.

AGL