Friday, October 29, 2010

Paths of Death, A Poem Both Cynical and Hopeful

No Escape - Image c Lynda Lehmann

A passionate few verses about the way we live in our modern world, 
in words both cynical and hopeful...
Venal flawed existence
preconceived verbalizations...
No thought to language or
aspiration to meaning,
all yearning for truth 
on Benches of Greed.
Where are the heroes?
Oh, let me sing you.
Do not fling yourself on the altar of
your conscience's death:
mind sacrificed to paltry truths,
enunciations carrying the weight of tin.
Flap not on empty windows
or abandoned domiciles
of Mind-Once-Given
then dubiously relinquished
to Purveyors of Delusion...
those Butchers of Truth who
bleed their fare
over civilization's thin veneer.
Run from the blade to
find your heart
from Paths of Death.
c Lynda Lehmann 2010.  All rights reserved.

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