Oh thou crook soul,
that follow the hook,
slow fall of a hat stand,
morals that fly the second oath,
not the first.
Winding, winding winds that fall,
whirlpools of social speech,
modern-day morals burn
they drift like smoke.
Where did thou truth disappear?
Once life as clear as reflect,
in the mirror self distort.
Now the mirror warped,
the soul reflect bitter, unwhole,
crumbs of bread fallen in dust.
We chest because we chest,
we take because we taken.
Lips move while teeth shine,
eyes glisten with words unspoken
dishonest truths flood the world.
Lights shine dim upon us
in a sky of full stars.
We call to the abyss:
โTell me what thou think,
tell me what thou see.โ
But the abyss sendeth back null
crooked sentiments,
words of meaning less,
oh world of empty actions,
all we know.
Truth what now, what is it?
Desire of a fool
In skies grown dark with shade.
Hollow words with double edge,
obscurity the wine we drink.
Sound that moves the leaf
frail, ambiguous.
Where did it turn and change?
Where did we need to decide,
decode what is, what isnโt,
what was, what wasnโt,
what will be, what might be?
Crooked sun, crooked moon,
we follow to thy crooked tune.
Where did goodness seep?
Where does truth now sleep?
O woes, the world become
crooked and dishonest
beneath morning sun.
Nightfall doth fall on waning moon,
and words once sung now sing askew,
a broken tune.
24 September 2024
Copyright
Malcolm Gladwin
