I know I reside in my own pretty world
the sun is so bright here
we don't shield our eyes
for brightness can never equate with pain
and truth can never cover a lie
for we here breathe fire
and glittering smoke
the heretics fizzle
the sinners are smote
and we never worry the system will fail us
for it never has, and there's no one to jail us
The constables chuckle and giggle to pieces
while attending gifts on bejeweled nieces
the books are all children's books
beloved by the world
about boys who dance ballet
and angels with curls
no one knows victims, for they don't exist
what a world, what a world, what a paradise, this!
copyright M.E. 2011, all rights reserved.
No comments:
Post a Comment