Who holds the freedoms of man?

The new renaissance?

The new thought?

Who will disinfect us

from the filth we carry

trapped in jails of conformity

producing nothing but

mundane lives,

passing through eternity,

following the quietest path,

flocks of sheep that have lost the

way to the slaughter house

and shepherds, charlatans and demagogues

and preachers performing the eternal dance

of oblivion,

to an audience of rocks and dimwits

flirting with insanity,

resurrecting the old values

of horrors and darkness,

crazy eyes that stare right to your soul,

bullshit karmas and

fast-food gods

served with fries and supersized,

kids pissing on medieval status,

holy men in Cadillacs,

while somewhere a revolution is

buried in blood,

and the mind is confused  as the

crazy images increase,

and heroes are everwhere and

everyone is a hero

everyone is something

important

and everyone carries a coupon

to exchange for value at the local virtue store,

99 cents off holiness, is the special for today. 

 

Fivos R Drymiotis 10/5/2005