A Flish Is a Telescope

The hardened heart of man remains Dissected by each border. Hoax headlines heading to the street By chaos wings of bloody order. Sedated nations wade in tar As Earth accrues its human burden... Slow and turn your thirsty car, Consume the fumes, and close the curtain. Was it you who drugged the skies? And scraped the scabs of sacred skin In earnest, mad'ning cries? Your speed's no savior from these eyes-- Tired lenses, wet with lies. Or truth perhaps, that is the game: Social movement, gain and fame. The respirator stays my breath, A chair or crutch to you, depending. Hope-drunk nonsense, doom impending: Law, the life support of conscience.