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a mad house, mother nature is sad
heaven plummets ashore
the earth dangles in space
dust of vices fogs the air
we trample angelic virtues on errant feet
where the good is caricatured
and the bad, branded in posh container
the home is porous --- failure!
it leaks acids into the streets
eating away our posterity
humanity! where is your soul of logic?
the aged eyes feign blindness
till morals stroll into the cave of oblivion
the elders are idle in the market square
till the necks of errant toddlers be gnarled
the heads are rotten melons
excreting putrid water, nostrils pinching
the tails dance to the tune of taunting flies
home's fallen walls with eerie echoes
holy of holies now a tavern for thieves
the turban perches on ominous skin
scrawling wizardry on sand
the gourmand-prophet invites
witchcraft into divine vision
for mammon, government is a politrickian
this endless tea tastes of bile...