Dec 18, 2005

I put my dukes up, but I’m paralyzed,
Something is beckoning but it isn’t what I thought.
It’s a simple matter of choosing; the lesser evil will prevail
And I’m caught between the garment and the veil.

Mystic proportions encapsulate
Defiant portions escalate
Society, responding to the need
Finds an answer by exposing the greed

Inner chambers, verified in wealth
Show the caustic element of doubt
Change is needed, but to what do we turn
A history or imaginary rhetorical saints

I caution, patience will answer.

Membership enrolled buys a penance, a gratuitous reprieve of conviction,
Persecution bereaves unrepentant
Finding solace in the thrashing, in silent worship

Politics is bound to rhetoric
Defying principle, in rudimentary
From the beginning, a precedent was set
Placing burden on the one to prove his innocence

Disguised in law
Surmised by all
To capitulate the belief that we held.
A savior rises, condemning us to hell
But just who does this savior heal?