All peachy - move along. Nothing to see.

O Truth - Be Still -
a poem attempt by @globocop

... O truth, you golden brilliant light,
... Come, show yourself and kill the plight
... That pestilence that we call lies
... which does enslave - at a high price
... we pay because of fear in us
... and ignorance that bleeds like puss
... out of TV and MSM,
... and opiates
... yes, it's from them...
... The one's that rule, and steal and kill
... and yet we choose to just be still.