Liars Paradise

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I hear songs that last all day

With words that everyone says

I read writings on the wall

And heed to the leader’s noisy call

But which is real?

Or am I not supposed to feel

I am a seeker of the truth

Not of the words that are made to soothe

The leader kills yet again

He kills not women or men

But of voices longing to be heard

And be free and soar like the birds.