Nothing of storms or rain or artifice.
No fragrance or mixture, no bag of tricks.
It is of blood and pain and sacrifice.
Living through lives of love and hated spite
Gladness caged as wheelstone grinds, vanity sails.
Move on wings of a dove or jaded sprite
Madness reigns in heated minds, sanity fails.
Looking through the peep hole, knowledge despised.
Nation's humanity, ground to the bone,
The wont of the people, villain disguised.
Mason's calamity, now set in stone.
Give me the reason now, to make the day,
Here, so much poison now, take me away.
1 comment:
Those last two lines...really hit home.
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