Bitter Is The Taste Left On Tongues

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had he not destroyed the lives, Of millions of people... With deceit and lies. And arrogant displays of ignorance. Something he now says... May have made some empathetic sense. He was the first to say there was no recession. Now he wishes to make claims, That was inherited. He lead conservative ideals, To ruin and deplete a robust economy. And not a word did he listen to others. Preferring to succeed... From a position of egotistic needs. A forgiving people hear and see this. With grateful wishes, He and his corrupted followers... Can not leave soon enough. To begin a healing... That will take decades for those who suffer, To feel and believe! With few expressing an energy left, With a smile to lift! Isolated greed and wholesome stupidity... Will leave a bitter taste on tongues for years. As those most affected by the depth of crimes condoned... Will realize their quality of life once the pride on Earth, Had been miraculously erased... By a leadership with no remorse at all, To ever be shown or known! Demons in motion... Are not attached to these emotions. And bitter is the taste left on tongues... For what to them has been consciously done! Tricked by the wicked. And made sick... Are they to their stomachs. To know this feeling is made real. As it exists, For them to feel!

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