Revulsion

Revulsion 11/7/2014 

Eleven seven fourteen

The paradox is open

And there is no shutting it now

Spreading like a wildfire

And mutating like a virus.

A phony war

And a phony flag

All made up for show

But only a fool can deny

What everyone should know. 

But the truth is in the folds

Perfectly creased

Because that is what its for

To chew up the good

All boxed up and sold.

Staged like a vignette

And lighted on cue

Because its all about image

And never about the truth. 

 

Murder, assault, and rape

Because the horror is here

Boiling and bubbling over,

Everywhere. 

The medics weep

At what they see

As torture and death

Explode across the land.

Evil has come

But its time is short

So it must spend its fury

In every way it can. 

Today I work

And tonight I go home

To hold my family close

And love them

With all my strength. 

Now is a time to pray

And do so with all your heart

Asking for provision, protection,

And grace.