On bended knees shall men reap,
As callous actions heed no seed,
Yet sawdust truth ponders on illegitimate life,
Tis true, life begets dust dolls and dirt walls true,
True Bondage shall mortal mirage seek,
Sans molten sunlight and golden skies,
Hallucinated shapes seek, sombre haunts reek,
Tis true, glazed winds shall wander and weep.
Belittled dreams and soul mirrors gaze,
At smoked embers and sculpted truth,
Yet violence reaps on time’s totted laze,
Tis’ true, dawn shall dream of dusk to sleep.
The world wasted, cast on hatred hues,
Oceans heave, dreams alight on pyres bright,
As footsteps falter,wooden memories saunter,
Severed images masked, terror sway to slay,
Yet hands seek! rainbow cheeks and dimpled smiles,
Yet hands reach ! to love and heal ,
Yet stars fright, the clouds cease
Yet Tis’ true, when rainbows of reason burn
Heaven hasten pale and the earth weep.