Man Unkind
Dusty books of wisdom
prayer wheel not spinning
retreating from one another
stars shedding their satin skin
maelstroms of unbridled egos
the asp kisses the sleeping eagle
oil slicing the throat of the people
the people await the hand of the son
who says you haven't suffered enough
the desperate sinking on islands of needles
a range of golden law mountains are shunned
spinning blades of greed, the hell with need
gone is the silver oasis of shimmering faith
shallow promises spilling from burlap faces
parched souls hoarding rain from the poor
rivers of sin slapping at Saint Peter's door
the four horsemen spurring fiery flanks
the future will honor the lowest of rank
unleashing justice-plugging heart leaks
the inheritance will cherish the meek
what the heck are we really seeking
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