A False Prophet's Bed

It’s not right, just not fair
The purity, justice, honesty
So hide the sunshine, sow despair

Too many varieties of  flavor
Rather, show an empty chair
Not Vanilla, nor Chocolate spice to savor
No, offer but water scented air

Slap the tender cheek
Report the action kind
Mislead and maim the meek
Bring roses and lavender to mind
While serving the rotting rind

A curse upon your tongue
A blight upon you hand
Within you flames have begun
Beneath your feet sulfurous sand

If this pen of grief and anger
Could but become an ax
‘Twould gut this play asunder

Nobody to listen
No one to care
Looking out the window
Nary a one there

A bus load of empty seats
A trick without treats
The stupidity continues
None questions or seeks
No original syllable speaks

Social thought control
In each plebeian soul
Flatten every forehead
In a fight for old bread

Yes dumb it all down
Lend a thoughtless frown
Repeat and regurgitate
Think hard and meditate
Imprison minds and then restate

Tell the sheep what is fair
Then all may march
Single file without care
But for the grace of Truth
Go we all there

Does the voice make your head
A false prophet's bed?
Do the words in your heart
Tell you where to start?

Television grows the mold
Allows dark fear to take hold
Hide the shepherd, do what is told
Clever black contemplation
A corrupting manipulation

No content to the schools
From empty headed fools
Teaching politically correct shoulds
And silly faux science falsehoods


Sober shouting common-ism
Parading with fanatic fatalism
But we say nay to faceless oligarchs
In the headless speak of media arts
And scribbling lines in legal courts

We’ll not trade in our parents
To buy pawns with magic talents
Nor purchase pairs of Nike shoes
With our souls for your empty blues

We’re not changing our religion
So unwinds the mechanism
With the help of love from God above
Eyes and self, averted from the perverted,
From the cold edifices of heartless love

Unseeing, unknowing in demise
Yet, self proclaimed as wise
Despicable and broken in disease

Rejected and ejected
Now unprotected
Not one suspected
Un-whole and dejected
The unholy thing reflected
Thoroughly disrespected
Evil unelected
Deceptions inspected
Propaganda dissected
Destroyed and disconnected

Grieving tears cleanse all the earth
Washing away ideas without worth
And the bloody corpus lay slain
As many spirits arise in rebirth
Lifted far above the dull and vain

As the weathervane
Points toward heaven’s plane
The tides of consequence fall
Blanketing death lies in a burial pall

Covering the green ivy’s stain
Of the utopian power in shame 
Each owner to frighten and appall
Red faces turned ashen in pain
In the Light cast down upon all.