The Island, A Discovered Government

i’ve been from an island of virtual lies

where grasses grow callow, lush  with style   

all the trees are bending heavy with counterfeit

branches almost break to carry its deceit


grasses have flourished under the grafter trees

tempting  bribes taken from  balmy shades of cheats

nurtured by greed and  vicious mounds of fallacy

feasting their days of abundance and bounty


grasses, fertilized with inaccuracies fertile

affluent in their growth, fruits of sins futile  

to be silent against this verdant frauds and more

this island will starve with honest truths in its shores