September 11, 2018

Hope Floats Nowhere

some masks were made to help the healing ... their tubes are clear often tied • often seen dancing from their ceiling ... with a will rarely denied

they won’t work if one beside you ... no matter if their will is strong • only the honest remain untrue ... just enemies still get along

the seat beneath us is unworthy ... the sea waves weather dark or nice • no one you know will bless the clergy ... floating once from sinking twice

some masks are made for hands and prayer ... others rites require a priest • presidents blame popes and mayors ... some masks are made for those deceased

people beneath you on probation ... exhibit A objects appeal • the scar of slaves divides the nation ... your honor swears no one should kneel

no one above the law they save ... can raise objection nor the dead • no one so shallow needs a grave ... by powers vested me instead

i don’t know when i’ll be done fixing ... the parts of me i need to mend • i burned the batter i was mixing ... i want no cake i have no friend


some masks pretend for those that hide ... everyone that tries to see • i’ve got no shame ran out of pride ... there’s nothing in my head but me

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