Masks and Myopia

(spelling mistakes are intentional)
The castle is fare and the shade is cool,
But the kings in motley and the crowns on the fool.
Your walls are nice, but they are not for me,
i prefer danger, i prefer anarchy.

The pavement echoed with the thunder of broken promises,
Above cracked the fairytales burnt away in electric kisses.
The cat whiplashed clawing a friend of mine.
A patchwork wall oppressed forward, marching in time.

The fear gassed and suffocated,
The crowd tear’d but never dissipated,
The world sore but never commiserated,
The crowd tore but never eviscerated,
The wounds poured but the thirst never sated.

And all around and all the while,
a smile crept upon our faces.
We terrified and inspired,
by how the hatred filled the empty spaces.
We horrified and delighted,
awoken from slumber and stasis.
We enlightened and short sighted.
How we behaved with masks upon our faces.