Sunlight - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Sunlight

Cloistered in a
Secret room,
Away from meddlers,
He exerts total control
Over what they
See and hear,
A golden opportunity
To omit vital chunks
Of information that
Might lead toward
Justice rather than
His predetermined outcome,
Decisions made without
Outside scrutiny,
Sunlight occluded.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer