Amidst all the pomp and circumstance,
Between the togetherness and happenstance,
Brews a world of disillusionment,
A creeping, silent bewilderment.

Spewed forth like a cannonball,
One by one, you watch them fall.
Smugness in a straw man’s call,
A fabricated know-it-all.

Flowing like a shattered dam,
Words engraved in the common man.
Truth reduced to a hollow crutch,
When blessed by the divine touch.

May the words forever be heard,
Not as command,
But as the absurd