Trance Zition

An inverted cross hangs upside down
Suspended in a lake of fire
In the skies over 1600

Who is the saviour of the masses?
Who is the devil of smear campaigns?

What side is the bread buttered on?
What line of duplicitous rhetoric speaks to the secret soul?

Power and Money feed the hungry any convenient lie.

Live and die in smoke rings and commercialized dreams.

The saviour of one is
The devil of another

It's only choosing sides
Identifying with what seems
Closer to ones own masked
Anxities and solutions.

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Written on 2016-12-30 at 08:08

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I read all of your poems. I like this one best.