(c) E.P. ROBLES

Prejudice in society reflects
two horns and a forked tail
deep spider-mud across the land
putrid waters full of dead hearts

Prejudice in society spits
giant columns of hell fire
black doves in the Joker’s mask
four-leaf clovers spinning backwards

Prejudice seeps into the conversation
when lips and brain are not connecting
only the true soul of the bearer
Many bars in hell rejoice in drunken hiss

Clear eyes in a sheath of pure light see
there be no paradise for dark souls
a parade of masquerades for the hidden
chained links of tied tongues scream

:: 04-10-2014 ::