Burnt Soapbox

Throne of woe,

Light that contorts me,

Certainty in fear,

Pre-planned destiny,

The sheep follow the leader,

Off the cliff into oblivion,

This wool I have grown over time,

Bears weight that I am no greater than no one,

No evidence, no truth

Children brainwashed relentlessly,

Fear of death and damnation,

Blinded by ego; refusal to see,

Flower of life bloomed yesterday,

And now holds on to single petal,

A life spent degrading differentials,

This pot no blacker than the kettle,

Use your ideology for bludgeoning,

To build your empire and throne,

But insecure and fearful you are,

Feral wolf with no true home,

Weak and broken I am,

And so are you,

Take your wolf and sacrifice,

So peace in solidarity can brew

-D.S.