Legacy

 

The slovenly saviors preach of survival

Although they cannot save themselves

From the infernal clatter and clamor

Of those damned rusted dystopian bells

 

With the ordeals of pain and suffering

Soaking right through their paper plates

They turn beggars, barkers, and thieves

Plying their trades outside of the gates

 

The misfit marchers line up like puppets

Controlled by their wounds and flaws

As the masters keep winding the keys

In foul pursuit of contemptuous cause

 

Old crows circle the haughty procession

Of the goose-stepping drones on parade

Harlequins chanting uncivilized mantras

Caught up in the pageantry of the charade      

 

Nearsighted architects draw the schematics

For better dungeons with stronger chains

Where prophets bound and reprogrammed

Spit out concepts that baffle their brains

 

Pompous preachers climbing their pulpits

Delivering sermons that cover the rent

Owed to self-righteous teapot tempests

Bathed in the blood of their own sacrament

 

All aboard the mighty worship wagons

On route to vanquish all bringers of doom

Returning their haul of mortar and bricks

In order to erect a most glorified tomb

 

The candles burn their way into darkness

For that’s all that the light leaves behind

In the great halls of avarice and gluttony

Where the final legacy will lie enshrined

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                    s. paul  (Feb. 2023)