Cabal - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Cabal

Tears well up in his eyes,
Not for reasons pure.

Visible to all but the unreceptive,
A lifetime of indulgence.

Some shout at the top of their lungs,
Nothing to see here.

The boys’ club furiously
Protecting its own.

Nothing will stop them,
There’s power at stake.

Arrogance in the face of truth,
Bristling when discovered.

No justice will be done today,
Nor ever from this cabal.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer