Beneath The Crimson Petal by Mike Williams 01/18/2016 @ 12:38 P.M.
When the rose has withered and pricks of pride.
Where men of lackluster lived and died.
Bare the field of mirth and pardon.
And once stood a braggart's garden.
As the crimson petal fell and revealed the thorn.
The love from neighbors hearts was torn.
Empty and petty grew weeds in its place.
And justice recognized no longer its face.
Where hope once stood and gave way its light.
There men grew blind of wrong and right.
Darkness did come and ignorance did settle.
And none knew what lies beneath the crimson petal.
posted by Mike Williams @ 8:40 PM
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I composed this poem about the injustice of the justice system of the city of my birth; Tyler, Texas. I have lost all respect for the local government, police, lawyers, and court there. It has become corrupt and greedy, no longer concerned with truth and facts. The local authority is concerned only with its false image and the dollar. There is no concern for integrity and constitutional rights of the common man. This is how America dies under the noses of its citizens.
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