Words, Like Wind

words, like wind, sweep away thoughts, of dark cyclones twisting, truth, friction, half-lies and neither, informing or deceit, inane and blowing, mouths moving on removable friends, smiles on plastic faces, syrup or pap, save us! no, not now, maybe not ever, this bed we made, then wish not to sleep, in piles of lies, cheap copies, of honor bright, a truth, and loudly act outraged, at ending's result, of liberty, lost, in dustbins, or unrealized dreams, our milk honeyed mess, grand finale of men's trust, bold blueprint, balm to burnt history, of man's inhumanity to man, but so easily rendered, by hungering beasts, bleating lambs, slaughtered, easily by, those darkeyed ones, wolves in men's skin, whispering paradise, serving cold rain, but push back the dark, oh upright and clear eyed ones, regain that firm foothold, grasping the mantle, willfully, again, rise.