Shall we kneel
at naked emperors feet
gorging at troughs
of savory slogans
dripping like spittle
from bloodless lips.

Shall we shelter
under waving flags
warming our hands
by fires of righteousness
and drinking from cups
brimming with ideals.

Or can we shoot bullets
into moldy flesh of dying words
drop bombs on empty symbols
and decapitate false ideals
their headless bodies
chasing us like zombies.

Until that day
we follow neon arrows
pointing at empty skies,
and any voice
that speaks the “Why.”