See the ones who are so good and holy
With nothing to do all day
except check out the way
of other faults and folly
And the life is running still
running like the bottled water
the glass is always halfway full
turning blind eyes to the slaughter
Listen to the silence that slowly pours
in the information overload that makes us mortals
They always pass by Wisdom's door
and enter Folly's portals
A thoughtless brood of careless sakes
stand exposed without defences
Blazing tricks and black mistakes
failed miserably on missing chances
All attention on the castigated pulse
and the shock that makes you wollop
When rage in veins is now convulsed
to a monotone eternal gallop
Does the wind still scour your face in a gale ?
Do the boats still rock on the sea-way ?
And as the new life dawns freshly impaled
old life fades out on the last day
Full body scan on all brotherly men
and a gentler more relaxing one for the sisterly women
This is experimental so it might go wrong
but I suspect my roots might be mildly inhuman
Didn't you just hate it when you got locked in the dark ?
no answer to the why did they do it
Mental torture leaves no outward visible marks
and no signs of resistance making them rue it .