We tilt on axises undescribed
By the fictions of our youth
Shaded from the harsh glares
Of misrepresentation,
A slap across the face of our forefathers
Seen through glasses shattered
By years of tyranny and supplication
Denied.
We spin like tops without a table
Unstable motion compromised by hate,
Blindness conjured through misinformation
And the passive acceptance of the mob
Majority ruled by iron clad robes
Trying to bleach the masses
Like diversity is filth instead of beauty
Defined.
War erupts on assumptions based in fiction
Friction set in motion by forces moved by
Riches of the land before their people
Nations reduced to GNPs and ashes
Statistics grayed out in time
Crumbling in the winds of lies
Designed.
Moonlit Poetry 