High Places

High Places





Behold those high places where treachery abounds,
and those who conceal the truth
spill blood upon the ground.
Men wearing starched white shirts
with hearts formed in siberian molds,
with holes not in their socks,
but in their wretched souls.
Making themselves the chosen few who ask many
to heed their call,
while disaster and foreboding darkness looms
above us all.
Disguised as carriers of a torch extinguished
long ago,
these architects of cruelty
conspire to vanquish another foe.
With unholy resolve they march toward their
goal,
while men of greatness sleep, the human race is being sold.

Thomas J BordleyJr
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