A Thousand Welcomes
Paul Anderson poems

Sleepwalking as False Love Rules

Sleepwalking as False Love Rules


All is good when you sense no signal

of cruel deeds not yet visual

Each broken promise with an excuse

but each new carrot becomes a noose

strangling all your hopes of freedom

cannot grasp that she ll mislead ’em.


Who is she that misrules a nation?

Not concerned with valour’s station!

Independence a background curtain

stained  and nurtured to become uncertain

By Oppression’s woes and pains.

She has show trials in her veins.

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