A Flish Is a Telescope
The hardened heart of man remains
Dissected by each border.
Hoax headlines heading to the street
By chaos wings of bloody order.
Sedated nations wade in tar
As Earth accrues its human burden...
Slow and turn your thirsty car,
Consume the fumes, and close the curtain.
Was it you who drugged the skies?
And scraped the scabs of sacred skin
In earnest, mad'ning cries?
Your speed's no savior from these eyes--
Tired lenses, wet with lies.
Or truth perhaps, that is the game:
Social movement, gain and fame.
The respirator stays my breath,
A chair or crutch to you, depending.
Hope-drunk nonsense, doom impending:
Law, the life support of conscience.
Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2015
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