The Sunday Whirl

Three branches of government

Myths of power

Spirits run, lost in translation

Growls from ancient bones in graves trickling up from the dead

Hums from the false heard as they pray

Glum birds observe all as they watch and listen from willowy branches

Hope wanes in the breeze.

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