The Great and Powerful Oz (Headed to the Emerald City)

 "Oh the witch is dead, the witch is dead!"

      Oh how they rejoice.

Rejoice now that the poor wretch is dead.

   I wonder if they ever wonder if she ever had a choice.

  After all, they've only heard the story from one single voice.

"Oh she's dead a house found its landing upon her head!"

     Oh how they exclaim.

        But did they ever know her pain?

Did they ever see her in her quiet times?

   Did they ever try?

Could but one say that they really knew her,

   or would they all have to lie?

"Oh alas, she's dead at last!"

   But did she even bother you at all

       before that house had such a fall?

Your heroes reside in emerald cities, far removed from it all....

Clothed in smoke and mirrors.....beautiful lies.

    But your enemy could just be the ugly truth

               revealed without disguise.

Could it be that you hate the honesty, but love the lie?

  "Oh the witch, how she lies never again to rise!"

 And there under that house, the truth also lies

   While your "hero" leads you blissfully to your demise.

-s.g.

Reviews

[pana kun]

Very genuine and strong. Beautiful poem （　´∀｀）

[Ifreakinloveyou]

Thank you!!!

[terry smith]

I really like your twist on this, the truth is a "witch" sometimes!! :)

[Ifreakinloveyou]

Haha, that describes this perfectly! thank you, maybe that was my subconscious!

[AnthonyTodd]

Insightful. Therapeutic. Honest.