Swinging Gallows

The tapestry of a clean slated peace Is as hollow as a birds frail bones Like the rival between the lion and lamb The strongest stands always alone Down trodden paths with little use Not permanent, they lie while they can Sunlight breaks and their spirits lift up To the sky they reach with their hands Profiting wars point to powerful sides Nailed by increase in stock Innocence lost is in a sense gained By hypocrites in palace like mosques My martyred memory of a stifled calm Braided and breaks, too and fro Slinking down this remote incline Like a beat in a modern tempo