Trepidation

A blinding fog of war
Dampering our perceptions
Professions in propaganda led us in their tyrant’s grasp.
Gold is for the wealthy fools
Swimming in the lavishness we call destitution.
This simple game of jacks has turned into a thoroughly strategic game of Russian Roulette.
To the mouth or to the ear
If you win, it will be clear
And we’ll never want to see your face again.
Do not touch as you pass
Reason shows no purpose
And clowns will dine on womever’s soul they may.
A perfect lie on a beautiful face
But you would kill for a taste
Fall into the gloom
Fall forever…

_Trepidation_
JMD©