The Satire

It’s a crime and we are all criminals

Criminals of witnessing the act as bystanders, let it happen they say.

Not knowing what they are breathing the life into.

Not knowing what the future will behold when it awakens.

And now it’s too late for this life to be taken away,

Green with anger and jealousy, feeding in the greed and hatred of the blinds.

The moon turns into a swastika and we all stare at it,

The eternal dream of floating away in the sunset

Is a thing of the past now.

History is being created in the hands of the old and forgetful

Greatest adventure of mankind is about to begin

In the minds of the vengeful, nothing is wrong and we are all saints,

Consumed by the fate we created, the monster.

“Crime” redefined as we cherish the hate and bigots,

Here is the pedestal, take it and walk away….they said,

Take it with all your might and chauvinism that you can muster.

There is no crime when the gods are corrupted.

We can only lay beneath you, give you the wreaths of skulls that you demand.

Peeling our own flesh away to lift the curse, it will never be enough.

The time coming is dark, there are no gods.

Only us and the devil on the pedestal.