In fact, it asks
to turn the other way.
Two thousand years since
the birth of Christ, a long history
of bloodshed in the name of acquisition,
(no mention of ascension) Resources committed
to war. A fat man with a bad haircut,( make that two,)
holds us hostage to a meaner way.
for beauty, much
less sense. Songs of peace
have a tinny sound. The storms come,
the walls fall. What is loved best endures.
Illusion is a mirror, silver peeling. Distortions
of victory and remorse. Bend over friend, We get
what they ask for.