Tuesday, June 26, 2012

When all the current rhetoric lies in the dust
Old as bleached bones; then I shall be content.
When greed is seen to be abhorrent as slavery
I shall know that the difference has been made
But it shall not be this day that sense prevailed
Light fully pyres of discord among us and watch
Your malice of memory passing away to nought
Forgetting all shall be scorched a thousand years
By what comes to pass now in this cabal of greed

© Edetric Vistal