Jaundiced
The window paints a picture chartreuse,
Gold of dawn poisoned,
For my eyes emit a light defaced,
Refracted off dissent, discord,
And hate for a world maimed,
Flaunting blatantly its sores ugly
On show, snubbing hollers
For change, asepsis, and order.
I harbor will for the greater good
That befits every man, woman
And child, the dream of
Sameness unrealized now,
For the crowd regales contrasts,
Celebrates chaos on the streets
Disobedient of decrees,
And edicts prescribed for peace.
God whispers a secret
To apprehend fools led astray,
He hands me a gun, a vest,
And prayers to chant His name,
As I march heedless to a rowdy parade
Of humans blind to His ways,
I fire, slay those screaming paralyzed,
And children enlightened in death.
My body cloak dies tattered, as I
Ascend to an abode above,
Cargo of broken beings in tow,
Glide past gatekeepers to the throne
Of God, where he alights awaiting
Batch of sinners reformed today,
But His gleaming smile disconcerts,
His eyes unholy with greed.
“God, show us the way,” I beseech,
Falling on knees, head bowed.
He chortles mirthful, unkind,
“Oh, fool! Your God is dead,
His lands are mine to keep,
His subjects, brainless sheep,
Are mine to twist and turn,
Blind and drown in an odious sea.”
The doppelganger discards his mask
His eyes red-rimmed, foul,
His hair grizzly crowns a pair of horns
And a wicked tail behind,
He pulls the blindfold off of me
I knew not obscured my truth
Thus far, my hopes of wisdom
Vitiated with his poison potion sour.
“There be no Good, no Evil, nor
Paradise lost,” he growls, “The God in him,”
He marks a dead child, “Is the Devil in you,
Who whispers truths you like,”
For my eyes yellowed reflect
Visions of a toxic conscience
And the beast terrorizing cruel
Is me, irate at free, sovereign minds.
