In Your Times
In Your Times1 min 14 1 min 14
In your sovereign world, a battered reality.
Etched beliefs, smothered stones;
Opinions astray, trot blindfolded in glee.
Bleak convictions, a robe of lurid skies.
For a whisper, a lash of the whip;
A cattle to tame the wild.
The barren a canyon, the mightier its echo;
The facile a veil, the eloquent its rant.
A musing tinker, a pompous fete;
Walk the lines but mend no pan.
A tear you stitch, a tear to be;
Brave a bow for the golden wand.
A crease of doubt, digs deeper a grave.
A sword for a pen, behold the prophet's lore;
The tighter the blind, the righteous the horde.
They know you can, that is you will.
You are a hunch, You are a hide;
A feral anomaly for a 'rational' mind.
In your sovereign world, voices suffocate;
Breathe beyond your timid sighs.
A moment you have, a moment you've lost;
Only ashes to survive the haste of time.