Occupy Democracy: Republican Style

One crystal goblet cloaked in vintage dust Stands silent sentinal to nothing In the middle of a great stone alter Laid to waste by time, and the memory of Man, Who ever was a firm believer... One crystal goblet remains a fruitless legacy. Ancient tongues and politics hear nothing But the echo of the emptiness; Gather rhetoric slowly To the corners of each nameless mouth As testimony to the truth In all its convolutions... (So easy to save face when you have two)... In secret chambers sullen and discordant Hushed reminders turn forgetful In the silence of neglect and need -- Sightless in the face of greed. Retire the ages bound in blood red leather, Dry as ancient children's bones; Passing immortality promises worth of no value - Wealth beyond a life of fading passion And accumulated years......Power: One percent of Power; Power to those who once danced here For unrepentant Gods of War... Starving for their golden Kings; Starving for each and every thing. Death is their lament; no blessings ever fell To split the night asunder. In ecstacy's deepest trance reviled They danced around a dark and bloody alter -- That crumbling pedestal where upon resides One crystal goblet of wild perfection Made obscene; Shining claret to its fluted rim And guarding nothing but its own beauty... Rejoice in nothing but its own fullness, Beyond the bitterness of truth abandoned. And in that fullness, only dust... Simply dust and full of nothing for our children's children. Crystal goblet politic still lingers on Into today Or for a few eons more of lies Trapped in that darkness... And history always makes us pay In dearest cost - in every way For crystal goblets... One percent lead Ninety nine percent ahead Of living memory... Occupy Democracy Independent style.. Occupy...