Run Away

Just a wee poem.

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1. Run Away

The press-mill's go round and round, 

Endless cycles that make no sound,

Just words and space to hide the truth,

Say there's nothing in this world for me and you.

 

Election results the nation awaits,

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What small difference does it make,

Which puppet takes the official place?    

 

Standing there airbrushed and fake,

Synthetic smile on a plastic plate,

Is this the world that we create,

Democracy but fuelled by hate.    

 

We are the ones, who take our time,

We are the ones, who will never make it,

I don't want to fall short this time.

A dream's and dream, so I might as well chase it.

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