Train whistle

A train whistle wails in far distance

Rises to crescendo

as pipe organ, the cavernous hall

This solo act

drowns the choir

as grey souls stare silent

from their gilded pews

Swallow sermons whole

Dole out the word piecemeal

to none who would listen

Faith like the whistle

is only assumed

It’s source unseen,

yet we know their existence

from tracks left behind

 

Divided

It matters not what you do

with junk, trunk or cooch

Whether you like to smoke weed

or prefer some strong hooch

Buddhist or Baptist

Muslim or Jew

Anti-theists and agnostics too

We all have a share in liberty’s gift

This must be remembered

if we’re to cure the huge rift

that identity politics has torn in our sail

That destructive creed is destined to fail

What is good for one can’t be for another?

That’s what you tell us while you scold like our mother

When all have been made victims

then no oppressors remain

So I’m wondering then

just who will you blame?

Well the answer is simple

requires no introspection

Just look in a mirror

at your sorry reflection

We are not asleep

Listening for sounds inside empty spaces

Reading the signs upon empty faces

This is the lot of the thinking breed

The fertile ground where ideas take seed

This Sartrian web of existence it seems

serves as backdrop to more sinister schemes

Like conventional wisdom and protocol

Why should any of this matter at all?

Sycophantic fools serve at the behest

of those who would crush us, should we protest

Self-deceit is built upon vanities flattered

Now they can’t comprehend how their plans were all shattered

So now will they finally surrender to need

and fully embrace their nihilist creed?

Succumb

Fevered dreams sailing on sofas

Halls groan in strange voices

at 4:00 AM

Long shadows play upon the walls

filtered through heavy lids

Voices inside and out synchronize

until they are one

until both go silent