Moai
In silent stone and blinded eyes
their monuments to
their own wasted lives
as quiet as unpredictable
they stand in lines
all animated in the hopeful
waiting for the all surpassing time
Touching the sky
and feeling the earth
buried knee deep in throw away filth
wondering and deceiving
on the meaning of it all
given electromagnetic freedom
but still trapped in digital prisons
life is but a trip
from which the angels fall
Standing on their islands
what are they waiting for
a chance at really living
and escaping those institutional walls
giving up their world
giving up their lives
parading themselves in obedient lines
all animated in the wishful
of buying some surpassing time
all creation made as equal
all creation waiting to survive
Their statues are the tombstones
of who they never were
remember this hypocrisy
of dying before your born
mere spontaneous projections
speechless while adorned
in the sacred word
emotions in the silent stone
life blinded in their eyes
never understanding
never comprehending why
What was any of it for
All creation made as equal
all of Gods creation
waiting to survive
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2020
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