Dressed in superlatives and tinsel
Gilded in spin; articulate in falsehoods
Dizzy dropping downward -
depreciation of legitimacy
Blinded by mirrors of self-righteousness
They lead
No lantern of Diogenes
No sword of Arthur
to blaze the path.
But the coin of the realm in teeth so pointed
the bite bites, and poisons children
Who listen. Who worship. Who die.
Debasement of truth and value
pouring through pipelines
going up in vapors
congesting our lungs, minds, and souls
Bleeding – the struggling masses
Who are Lost stare mindlessly in the coliseum
Victims and Viewers alike, eaten
While the laughing Parasites,
those entertainers of satellite’s reflections
dance with Plutus and Avarice.
“Why do you hoard? Why do you squander?”
Enthralled in dissimulation, they chortle
in this race to nowhere
in this downward destruction of all that is holy.
Wanderings and Reflections