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Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Here’s the thing ... needful truth of an urgent matter Humanity has a Rubik Cube ethnic pride problem: Dark Age Crusaders of Hate say the right color is on the genetic wrong side of the racial debate Holy Grail divide Here’s the rub ... a lad in a refugee camp, holding a dimming lamp of hope, is turning three degrees of separation suicidal Explosive rage ~ caged negotiating patience won’t abide Third generation wish for peace receive an ignoble, vested Nobel Prize genie carnage chide Here’s the play ... Death of a Life Insurance Con Salesman There’s a lot of politricking Willie Lomans double-cross Styx ferrying in fear trafficking Making nuclear family cruise missive promises, saying a fungi Powerball solution is global lottery win-win A free vacation trip to Skull Island Deep Six Inn, at Apocalypse Now future’s end Somewhere in it all, thru the blooming spores of lies — the truth is getting blown to bits, I surmise Here’s the deal ... from the bottom of the cargo hold deck, the corporate contingency engines are false profit revving Captains of industry are making extinction-level event decisions Final destination culling preparations Hear ye, hear ye well ... when the tolling of the bells signal the fervent heat of climatic change: The flapping of the dragon wings — seething fury words fire-breathing Dying embers of betraying operatic tragic pleasures Void Music of the Spheres, a siren torch song for the candle-wax filled ears Hear ye, hear ye very intently ... the melting of the prison bars covering the Earth Babel Tower dreams crumbling, ash memories deceitfully Eden returning to the devolving dirt Worm ode to a beastly nature coronation, the kingdom of Man’s tilted skyscraper throne falling The horrid, cannibal sound of humanity’s self-destruction is a flame-devouring feast of covetous, capital offense deeds Greedy acquisition sacrifices on a spit, turning turning on an avarice altar lit Parasitic gluttonous jaws gnashing on an open-market bleed Hear ye, hear ye ... those with closed eyes not listening Deafening adder sounds of flickering faith slowly dying Smouldering necromancy — idolatry fires fanned at the first false witness birth Roaring oaths from roasted hearts, sparks of iniquity ~ unprofitable sins Lying divination dividends received to their own hurt

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Lyric Man

Date: 7/3/2018 12:10:00 AM

Hi Freddie.. I loved reading your poem this evening with a delightful bedtime tea. I look forward to reading more of your creative works tomorrow.. sleep well!