Country of the Blind
A man with no eyes turns towards youThe deep sockets void of lens and flesh
Yet seemingly they penetrate deep within you
While the hollow face beckons ahead
Are you able to see what the eyeless perceive?
Are you blinded by your descriptions?
Without a clue!
Troubled by darkness and lack of focus
Has your inner vision plucked out your insight?
Can you see without looking?
Can you rub the dreams from your eyes?
Wipe an ocean of dead tears away
Has the third eye closed forever your premonitions of dread?
You can read but you can't write
The words of despair that cascade
Down the gaunt cheeks of the condemned
These gleaming metal machines that speak
To your fascinations for abominations
Within the tranquil caverns of excess
Toothy smiles of the elite preened teenage catatonic herd
Gyrating with pustulant frenzy
Clumped into a dead procession of military hate
Encoded whilst gripped with ejaculatory menace
The nasal phlegmatic gyrations of commuted workers
Sentenced to feed piece-meal on hypocrisy and ignorance
A glimpse of the unknowable whilst you descend
Careening towards a futile bequest
Handed out by the fallen angel of death.
Your smart shit provides no hit
God bless the stars and stripes.
Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-10-15 at 01:30
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