Promised the world
Truth wrapped with lie
Peace and prosperity
Fool’s gold
Our tickets scratched
Not one a winner
Empty vaults
To pay the interest
Exploring the Human Condition Through Writing
Promised the world
Truth wrapped with lie
Peace and prosperity
Fool’s gold
Our tickets scratched
Not one a winner
Empty vaults
To pay the interest
Our world
An apocalyptic house of cards
When the man with a will
Is the man with a complex
When angels assume the mantle
Of mortality
Hell is found
Where god’s presence fades
Living in such uncertain times
When the will of a man
Quickly becomes the iron fist
Of a tyrant
A scorpion
Robbed of its sting
Becomes but a pet
They line up
An endless sea
A mass of the faceless
Men woman and children
The tears they cry are shared
Drops fall from your eyes
Frigid crystals they are
Opinions denied
The father long gone
Just selfish children
Slow poison
Thinking
An arduous activity
Salvation in our vices
Future for other children to decide
Another day
Another dollar taken from me
My meditation
On a foul declaration
I watched them burn
An image in my soul
In the arms of faith
Death has no hold
It could have been me
Life measured in inches
Decided in seconds
Lost time now
Another round of shots
To forget the rounds before
An ocean away
To whom it may concern
How cruel it is to be
The one creature that can see
How the specter of death looms
And know the vastness of the void
A mind envisions
A rainbow bridge
Or pearly gates
Yet sees only doubt
Hear this
The silence
God to bless this
This violence
Conflagration
In the heart
Of a blessed
Nation
Smother this failure
This cradle
Of civilization
The warm embrace
Of a jealous God
Ash and rubble