A sea of swine/unholy
shrines/neatly aligned/
worshipping at idolized altars/
doomed to an orchestrated
collapse/brought on
by callused hands
working toward wicked ends
(well, hell…)
God and Karma
will have their say
for such sins
A slosh of swag
and false swagger
(bravado braggarts
swinging badges)
of lamented glad-hand
pats on the head (no heart)
and backroom deals
surely meant
to seal their doom
(though they cannot [yet] see
that from the blind
errors of that way
lies failure)
A reconnaissance mission
infiltrates the gates (imbibed
w/new
ideas of bloom
that light the fuse
to strike a match
[fire, fire, fire!]
right in front
of faces losing focus)
though they
cannot seem to see
or smell
(as smoke rises
fast
renaissance
creates the scene
that smashes
dead end dreams
while simultaneously
awakening the glory
they long thought
belonged to them alone
[crumbling thrones {and crowns}])
their own stench
it’s all gone (dispersed
and quickly disappearing)
in one blink
of an eye
(goodbye/farewell/
fear not –
it was destined all along)
dancing w/the
ghastly ghosts
of faded (ashen) glory
that has been glossed
w/a gleam
that erases the fake gold sheen
of a (corrupted) system
turned (sour and spoiled) rancid
(putrid puking parasites)
and ruined
now
beyond repair
Mediocrity for all
was never laced
with true freedom
and that was
the bullet (straight through) to the
bullshit
that long bloated
the gangrene guts
finally being released
to spew the fated eruption
of failure
in the ideology
whose seeds
were rooted (shallowly)
in cancer
And we
(spiral, spiral, spiral!)
twirl up
as they
(spin, twist, tumble!)
swirl
straight down
the drain