In Your Times

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.