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Poetry By: ZED
Religion and spirituality


Submitted:Apr 4, 2008    Reads: 117    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Senseless extortion of cloudy days
Sun waves penetrate the prismatic haze
And a young girl
Eyes rolled up heavenwards
Sighs while crushing gilded lilies
Beneath her gingham dress
The hotel sways on a raft of marbled madness
Whilst sunburned sirens sing ancient dirges of shipwrecked sailors
Cumulous Columbus clouds float agonizingly by
Pierced by the wailing mantra of a Californian girl dreaming
Her skin-deep beauty struggling against the inexorable march of death
Deep blue spice eyes stare wildly at flashing contradictions
As a meat wheel spins by faultlessly
But who is to blame when the lame queue up for hand outs
And the excesses of the worshipped ones
The purveyors of limited choices
Controllers of all the voices you hear
Are carried on the broken backs of the crushed and dying
The crying of humanity against the insanity
Ring hollow in their cauliflower ears
As they infect you with fear
But maybe there is nothing wrong
And you can bang a gong and chant
"Trust us before you turn to dust!"

"Trust us before you turn to dust!"


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