Keen Critique

by flammeusgladius

Keen Critique

 

 

You keen critique, lad: how it hurt their hearts!
They went off to a private place to cry
and bleed. Once tyrants weep, the torture starts.
Your keen critique, lad: how it hurt their hearts!
Satire and rhetoric and other arts
affront the safety of the common lie.
Your keen critique, lad: how it hurt their hearts!
They went off to a private place to cry.

 

 

–Tom Riley