Twirl:


The times have come and gone in vain
Uniforms stained and changed
While the beat itself is still the same
Foaming in a circle
The peep and flee game
Cock-a-hoop ambition
Stunted by an unyielding condition

Hypocritical behind the revered door
Innocent blood on the benches
Gnawed bones beneath the gilded floor
The tiger's color size and demeanor
May shift and drift
The tell-tale stripes however they cannot lift
 
The grim and the grin
The jade and the pearl
How many dark years?
How many years will the mirror twirl?

One thousand or two?
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Twirl - Copyright © 2006 Ahkenaton

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