All the Little Lies

They bunch up to create

a scapegoat for nothing

some bigger story built by

nameless faces and forgotten

shells of people who gave everything

everything for their people

In the end we sit

dust upon the ashes

and any truth we’d once held

we crushed like a baby bird

a young corpse

between our fingers

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