Jesters in power

they reminisce of a glorious past

the nimbus in the sky offensive to the father,

the son, and the Holy Spirit

they are the sons of controversial masters

who've weft the velvet cloth into capes

the suspects in the gambit of the rogues

they cover the earth groaning in defiance

most of them have recruited you

and took you out into the fields of promises

now you stand out there on gilded pulpits

and spit, spit at the stranger striding on a dusty path

you spit at your neighbor too when words fail to find your mouth

they've sold you nostalgia, the greatness that never was

each of you bark orders with the bellicosity of a bull

marching along the streets with automatic weapons

clamoring for bygone glory that goads hypocrite's loins

you sing the songs of kings and wear satin vestments

even though you know earthly ascendance is false

do you see that all violable illiterates are molding weapons?

carving their misfortunes into tunes? they rise like fumes

they slip out of drably dwellings, violence is their new language

their words glow into flickering constellations

do you see marauders under the auspices of ignorance

preaching peace whilst stoking flames of violence

young eyes are possessed by the ague of prominence

history is staring at this sterile moment right in the face

those before us were stooges under the shade of the Axis dictators

if there was wisdom divined on the flip side of bloody wars

the fallen Berlin Wall would've led to no more walls

but bridges would've risen from the ground

to close the widening gulf that kept at bay for centuries

if lessons were learned there'd be more friends than enemies

waiting to crisscross their arms on any given day

and if lessons were learned the world would've not been riven

by the dominion of a lone jester in power

there's no wisdom here. instead, we grope together sightless