The Smell of Rotten Flesh

our hands are tied

with invisible wire

our mouths gagged

though we have the power

of speech

yet it’s a waste of time

as well as effort

to speak

to those supposed to listen!

deafness is an easier option

official propaganda is a powerful


abused by the powerful

repeats, repeats

each time louder

democracy has a scar

running down its face


today like everyday

it oozes puss

smells like rotten flesh

our new enlightenment


By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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