Is the world bleeding to death, Or will the torrent ease? Everything must meet its end Blazing forth-or falling silent. The beaming politician Calling forth idealism in every defeated heart Has a namesake bullet in the barrel of a gun. The wounded psyche staggers From the bloodied stomach of public war, Lashes hope to darkness, lets a million voices Sway in brilliant blackness, cured of desire Satiated with dreams that surpass an age Of white horse cowboy politics And fallen walls, to an age without walls- Where the only such construction is in the mind; Minds raised to dread and suspicion, Clinging to what’s less miserable, less dire, Watch the two options parade past the nightly news While untouched youth swallow their cartoons.
The heater’s humming nursed my lonesome ears Pulsing through yet another dorm room night. Trapped in the foolish, eased from the real fears I was free to exercise my puny might. Acts of heroism unlike any other When came the refugees at our door Two stray socks, abandoned by their mother Torn from their cold feet, left like orphans poor. Seeing those pitiful, lumped up socks Miserably thrown into a tiny heap At such a time of crisis, a fool talks I leapt into action, some help came cheap, Scrawled a few words, asking for the owner Since I did not need the little loaner.
Look at the tear drenched face, The eyes worn out of their sockets By nights of pacing, fury, bitten nails; Look for the truth in that battered sorrow. Did love exist in those soft and tender words? Did the liar believe the lie? Or was it a trick, a malice etched upon the heart? When he pledged his love to her. Or was it as she now screams? A hidden agenda, born of cruelty and nursed by hope? Stemming from hatred, bathed by love? She cannot know. He is gone. The delusion came, the delusion left But truth slipped invisible into the night.
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