Two Poems by T. J. Streett

Treason

I will change my masks
until I find one that fits

I will masquerade around
as a peaceful soul
all the while remaining
a treasonous friend
of morality

I will become the world's mannequin
with only a dismissive smile
to call my own


The Wake

Desperate
for freedom
and a life
time can't numb
callus we are
friends of apathy
we have become

Injustice abounds
in the wake
of expectations' release

The struggle
ordains a king
the weary of heart
find peace

{Poetry by T. J. Streett}