M a s q u e

Veiled to silhouette ''Itself''...'fore God's penumbra
Cursed of and cast to the flaming 'Chaos of Hades
Arrives by sin to place Its thorned badge o' rubicon
'Pon the heart-thread's of a populous lost in ersatz
All accomplished 'fore the bloody day was through
Such the statesman 'It'was...

No longer small, much larger now'It' breathes deep
In the brains and bowels of the likes of you and me
Masqued in sweet aroma, raise the cup....to the lips
To which pours 'Itself' from the lust of sordid carafs
All drunk or dead, 'fore the bloody day was through
Such the fools we be...

And it is said that hands of Power will be the first to Rise 'n War
And it is said that hands of Power will be wrapped in lambs wool

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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