Windows

Windows


There are thoughts imprisoned and bound
Jailed in the prism of my black mind
Screaming in harrowing silence
Hoping for a little biblical salvation

Ideas dark and filthy bathed in self pity
Foul aromas of hideous self expression
Restrained by this self service world
Coloured with sludge from the swamps of beaurocrasy

Pathetic and somber religions of myriad gods
Festering in the minds of papal slaves
Divinity fed to the hungry diseased souls
First world dinners for a downtrodden Africa.