The Trinity


Who are these thieves and liars who
speak to the people with righteous words?
Who are they, these rapist and murderers
whose hollow kingdom is allowed to
separate the herd?
Who are these people with their narrow-minded
rules and their royal clothes, paid
with the blood of other's starvation?
Whose blindness is it that can conceive of
these unholy deeds of mass devastation?
You poor slave with your fat puppets in
red and black robes who parade about like
a circus act that's under the gun?
All these poor people who give the very
heart of their soul and their last grain of
bread to keep your greatness under the sun.
How cold and cruel is your smile when you
lead the mice to a feast of tired wine and
moldy bread?
While the finest meats and unlimited fruits
you feast on with no shame with the
knowledge that with every bite their souls you
slowly eat away till they are dead.
Have you lost the old ways you fallen
Shepards of lust and greed?
At daylight of the last day you will embrace
the pain of those who truly believe.

The illustration, "Mouse," created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved.