Quarter Moon

The morning dew upon my feet.
A quarter moon still claiming the ascendant.
When will we ever be complete within?
What the source of those, our many sins?
Mass minds that never rose above
the warp of secret channels down below.

The truth is ours alone to comprehend.
Stand back this time, and just absorb
the seeds of treachery that we've been taught.
Feel it build beyond the will of rage they
nurtured into each of us.

Freedom reels upon the heels
of what they deem democracy these days.
Over-powered figures of authority.
Masculine of disposition, no matter any
gender they might wear.

And yet another generation has succumbed
to all their half-baked lies. Twists and turns
within a labyrinth. Secrets held to keep us
powerless. It's all we're left to work with
at this stage. The maze, once thought artistic,
has become insanity within the hand that we've
been dealt.

Ask yourselves, yet one more time -
what is the base of fear that all the
terrorists exploit...? A claim of righteousness
will ne'er amend the many wrongs of the
one-sidedness the masculine has made
into this strange reality.

Golden then - the morning light ascends.
Hues of blue that glisten far beyond the indigo.
Acknowledging a lie could never keep the
endless sky above our heads. The ruling powers
of man have torn our world into shreds.

The morning dew upon my feet.
A quarter moon still claiming the ascendant.
When will we ever live in love again...?

? Michaelette ?

9/13/2002
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