Soul of Beauty

Soul of Beauty Through the dirt and grime of centuries Bloody carnage of hate and fickle fate In mediocre destinies With shattered and reviled dreams It came creeping From the tears of lovers Left to weep with graves From the stories and legends Of hearts bitter revenge Struggling to rise Floating in the carbon toxic And the filth of monoxide stench Rallying with the scream of cinder burnt Atomic rising sun wastelands Ever straining Cringing and cowering by pilloried hands Slapped back to the slavery The chains of abuse still hanging Bare and bleeding their spiritual noose It lifted up In wretched and ravaged cries of torture The prostituted life of raped soul In the stinking and festering pits In concrete caves of darkest eyes A quiet cry With misguided faith And fear filled thoughts With the drudgery of time And its wasted philosophies come to nought To be recognised All terror and anguish Delivered to a single inescapable point Of useless and overburdened hope To heavens repentant angel of death And be free Trammelled by its own steel shod hypocrisy Flayed by its lies and deceit Whipped to the post of progress And entertainments release At last released With a felon grin And wrenching sadness Pleading eyes And with wistful smiles It came creeping Struggling to rise Ever straining It lifted up A quiet cry To be recognised And be free At last released The soul of beauty The heart of mankind The spirit of love