in fallacy born

In fallacy born is mankind unfettered
falsely purveying delusions of love
Addicted to hate, a mind so unlettered
naively awaiting a light from above

How strives he for glory, impertinent fool
couldn’t be buggered by this or by that
Gladly surrenders himself as a tool
to a soldier, a merchant, an infantile prat

Unbalanced, unhinged, he cries in his cups
laments his unbearably impotent wrath
He gorges himself, unrestrainedly sups
while drowning his shame in a semeny bath

How dare you imbibe such absurdities still
promoting your grandiose scheme of the me
Refusing to exercise aught of your will
to strive for a truth that any could see

Lay down in this bed then your greed has thus made
caressing the lucre, the filth, the decay
Wallow in blood, in the death that was paid
by the willful inanities proudly you bray

And yet, dare I say, it is still not too late
to escape the dark fate you nearly have sealed
Step back from this precipice, lock up the gate
that leads to a doom your own wit has revealed

Surrender the bombs you too fondly ignite
embark on a journey of peaceful entente
Open your mind, imagination take flight
let kindness and balance and truth be your want

Impart to this world a grace that is new
while holding yourself to a higher resolve
Open your heart to much more than the few
their unwanted deeds do you firmly absolve

this madness

lies, lies, blatant lies!
raising his fists to the skies
indignant he cries

while out on the streets
he and she and we blether
outraged repugnance

incited by they
with incessantly whinging:
see what was stolen!

in callous caprice
lofty winds self-righteous rage
rending flesh from hope

the clock is ticking
step down from your pedestal
before we all die

the thistle

truths, these dismal days
of furiously flummoxed fools,
seem ever more difficult to come by
amidst the cacophony of zealots
screeching fair and foul
in insipid fits and petty starts
stammering across the stage
as desperate as a cokehead
to breathe in the luscious languor
of the mewling masses who
meander through life
like nescient lowing cattle

but there is this—
the earth continues to spin
the sun to radiate warmth
the soil to embrace roots
bound once more to generate life
when spring comes again,
and even in the midst
of a peculiarly human madness,
the thistle that inspires
a homesick Scot to sing
hardly even shivers
despite the morning frost

think for yourself

this was never about honesty
for in the temples and councils
deception is all too alluring a desire
for these men and women
who seek dominance over us all

this was never about truth
not when lies come closest to satisfying
the endless voracious appetites
of tyrants and war mongers
who throbbing pulse for power

this was never about you and me
for the guardians who tower tottering
in our nations’ decaying capitals
do not give a damn about the people
they so slavishly so blatantly despise

and no, this was never about God
for the repugnant pastors and preachers
who so lasciviously lay hands
on the golden child of their demented dreams
have never known God themselves

it is time you stopped obeying
the deceitful deranged demagogues
it is time you stopped listening to
the pathetic pretentious preachers

it is time for you at last
to think for yourself

pompous deception

there is precious little
your inglorious pretence
can fulfill in this world
beyond boggling the minds
of those incoherent to reason
and juggling principles
like so many rotten apples

regardless of how often
you exclaim in favor of the us
your own voice disclaims
quite vociferously, so vilely
against the most innocent
of beings seeking nothing more
than an ounce of kindness

the heart of the world

the soul of this people
is criticially changing
arranging into i know not what

the mind of mankind
is swiftly maligning
aligning along the cruelest axes

the heart of the world
is drifting unminded
towards the coldest usefulness

scratched and carved
and assiduously mangled
into clearly utilitarian purpose

a world debated by thinkers
and tinkers and polished politicians
into cleverly calculated intent

as the sun rose this winter day
my worn heart knew—
it is time to speak at last

of something quite new