Homage to conscience
thanks to F.G.L., L.C., and H.R.K. for their inspiration
- to the fool and his muse
There's
a right to arms and a right arm protruding justice
signing
its vengeance towards anything different from right
driving
religion into empty hearts and souls to fill a vacuum
left
behind by asocietal morals in conflict with material wealth
where
Christmas has been installed inside a giant supermarket
where
you and I go to exchange gifts wrapped in dollar signs
to
celebrate the birth of yet another victim of our boredom
There's
a flock of salivating prophets turning children into gold
their
eyes into coins and their skins into purple-colored bills
resolving
their identity in burning fragments of decaying wood
leaving
them on battlefields from Phnom Penh to Tahiti
where
their weapons are rusting on the beaches of paradise
catching
one last tan before returning to their indigenous ritual
yoked
in marriage to some entity they call supernatural being
There's
a group of bodies occupying space in housing projects
raising
children to be our future generation in hate and in crime
watching
their faces covered with fancy blue-green patterns
from
teachings while their mothers endure one constant rape
and
we keep looking on and impose on them our ethereal standards
of
right-left-wrong born out of morbid ideas that are representing
an
idealistic perspective which no one in their right mind can defend
There's
a moon shrouded in tatters of carbon monoxide fabric
watching
but no longer able to reach us with its guiding light
its
starlike companions have long since abandoned their twinkle
and
even the tide now takes its time and no longer tries to rush back
it
was replaced by a glutinous mixture of something black and brown
creeping
slowly steadily and no longer with any form of warning
towards
the only tree still standing waving one last leaf in defiance
There's
a fool masked in hope returning to my sleep every night
bringing
back pictures whose colors we reduced to black and white
he
reminds me of the faces of children that are filled with innocence
while
playing in the sunlight reflected in the eyes of my sleeping lover
who
is dreaming our future and whose soul echoes my promised vow
that
I shall continue walking the one path that will lead others
and I will always be there for her if she dares to walk along.