he rules over an empty state
corpses laid down
to pay homage to his greed
empty homes
bodies imprisoned
banked for their organs and courage
when
banks lay empty
cashed out by distrust
and
bankruptcy of the souls
of those who sell dirt
for… for… for what? who knows.
perhaps they too want
all this mayhem to end
they too want peace
only the delusions set us
on each bank of the river
and the revolution
has a rabid currency
water flows, it moves
even in the stillness
there are streams beneath
peace only comes to those
that ride with the tide
not those that settle on silt
on a kingdom found in dirt
peace only comes to those
who live in truth.
then came rain... 