AS everyone on one side of the party lines sang
the other were dead; and while everyone on the
other side of a party line died the other sang.
And this is how rot creeps within society;
to believe that beliefs are division.
that a whole can become fragmented by
philosophy and that one is evil over the other;
that in similar logic all separate parties are
in all insidious fact are evil.
And like the dead who have living bodies and
have become old through media saturation:
the magnificent mausoleum of a natural
world outside mourns the Children of God.
the tombstone of a moon.
the rosery beads of bloody tears.
And fear is King and the Queen a forgotten
truth we may never again remember.
:: 09-14-2017 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 