When narcissist idealist
Takes over the moment,
However imperfect the moment’s truth,
When dust in the wind
Becomes vanishing motto,
Blasting this house apart,
When a lie seduces a simple
Mind, then two lies become bride and groom,
And soon lie-based crowd becomes a mob,
When a preacher becomes a face of all,
And all is lost to its own denials and self-lies,
Fancying theory over laughter in the yard,
When ghetto mind is blessed by intellectual
Thought, seeing his face in moon,
So-called victims are henchmen in the making
Who will soon blossom with their knives,
When tornado and wave become
Dark cloud, intoxicating young and old alike,
Sea becomes pregnant with a journey in pain,
And misery not recognized by any scale.
Blood of immortal is spilled like a
Helpless sheep at slaughterhouse,
So that clowns can claim they are the new
Champions of the hearts,
Sea, air, earth all become an inferno –
Heart, mind and soul become redemption
Refuge of the remorseful,
Yesterday’s raised fists become liars
That they were never part of that
Mob, since courage is a commodity
Hard to find,
God forgives but mother’s heartache won’t,
Time heals, but some scars become eternal on souls,
Children grow up and ask their father, “You gave it
All up for this farce?”
