follow the line..
the trite philosophies
of yesterday's sad and mad men..
where at first glance
we thought they were charletans..
magicians in cohorts with the
Crimson King..
but,later found out..
the jesters are really you and me..
when you look into the mirror
again..sure enough you shall see
a fool looking back..it's you
and it's me..
who would've thought..
what brilliance that was taught..
the brave world we would dare
take part in..
if not for these heretics
what kind of world would
the sun cast it's rays upon..
yes,the brilliance would fade..
in chains thou would be lead around
such as a slave..come as you are called
and you might live another day..
the world of tomorrow..
what will we see?
fields of green lilacs so blue..
behind barbed wire kisses
likened to a human zoo..
swimming with horses..
pyramids on my front lawn..
meditating watching the sun rise
only to be blinded and burnt
so many courses to take
in the name of humanities sake..
elect me and I'll be your King..
trust in me so saith the snake..
By Rick Weber
April 21, 2013
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