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The Greek Ghoul
Demons don’t come with
horns and fangs
Instead, they walk upon
brown leather shoes-
sneering behind glasses of
gold.
Acid tongued temerity
Won’t you bite the apple so?
He hissed, ‘but I am no monster’
Cosmopolitan creature
Featured within, this
shattered
Broken system
When wounded women cry
And the fighters of truth are
shushed
With rancid truths, crushed
Here we are, ushers of a
twisted age.
The Greek Ghoul has escaped
And he, will never be
A devil whom has faced the
scales
Of truth.
What hope is there for us,
when the silent are branded
‘liar!’
Whilst blue suits and black
souls, wander so free?
Published 29th Jul 2023
| Edited 30th Jul 2023
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