Boil Point

Boil Point      8/3/2017

The world burns down

In and out every window

And we all ride down

In the flames

Just like we always did before. 

Midnight blue

Is as good as black

Well ridden

With the top down

Turning and stopping

At just the right moment. 

Someone else

Will always

Sell you out

For money or protection

Pay for play. 

Lock, stock

And barrel

Everything is owned

Both you

And also me. 

Splattered across

The road

And all over the trunk

The truth out in the open

Barbaric and cruel. 

Men without a creed

Will do whatever it takes

For whatever they want

And whatever

They need. 

Lies mean nothing

A murder is a message

Ruling in secret

Far away

And far below. 

Banging on a pot

Just to get our attention

Anything to distract

While everything

Is stolen. 

All of it related

And all of it corrupt

The evil in the background

Ever present

And invisible. 

Hung out

For everyone to see

Murder and malice

Suddenly exploded

A threat for you

And also for me. 

We also

Skip our way home

Working and sleeping

In debt slavery. 

The dead cannot call

Even though they are screaming

Crying out

For anyone to hear.

All of it

Was a lie

And now

It is a mountain

Towering over

Steep and mighty. 

But soon

It will all crumble

And many will see

Inside

And down below. 

The hidden

Revealed

And the guilty

Judged.

At long last

Exposed

With bulging eyes

And gnashing teeth.