Catalyst For The End

“Lost Territories”

Artwork-Photography by Christophe Dessaigne 2013

Catalyst For The End

This waste of space is spinning me into an endless serenade

Between the bull and the fighter I lay surrendered

Watching the man in the mirror...face smiling radiant bliss

Eavesdropping on the patriarchs that plan and devise the doom of this nation

I crawl on shards of broken glass to drink the sap

From the hands of these human beings typing with cracked fingernails

The ramparts are crumbling as the intruders scream

Energy escaping from their lips to demolish the city walls

As our grandparents fall, eyes rolling back into empty skulls

The flags burn brighter in the darkness of democracy's shadow

There are forlorn barriers that keep mother's separated from their children

We have appeased the courts with a sacrificial virgin

In the form of tax cuts that cover the arms of Lady Liberty

Her bandages are dripping with blood as she vomits

Out the last remaining scraps of a meal too small for a mouse

There are pirates selling pills crashing through the waves; their ships sail

Through our backyards and markets, looking for victims to plunder

There are birds flying high above the desert raining down bullets

To the unfortunate scurrying creatures down below

We watch a box for ten hours as our feet melt into the floor

There's a scripture somewhere in this book that will shed light

On the disease that infects the hearts of men that gives them a rise

Out of killing the innocent and of profiting from the downfall of mankind

Like a snake consuming it's own tail we feast upon ourselves

In this garden of delight a lone man walks past the debris

Marching through the billowing smoke

of a city burning up in the last remaining fragments...

...of a dying world.


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013