Invisible Sun

Peace is an illusion

Hidden by confusion

The ideology is old

The war has gone cold

The ship of free thinking

Is slowly sinking

From the osmosis

Of paranoid psychosis

 

The tree of greed

Has many mouths to feed

As they lie cold and starving

A young man is carving

A message into the wood

'There is no good

When money is king

Greed consumes everything'

 

Staring at an invisible sun

With eyes that do not see

Hands on a warm gun

Happy as can be

 

High crimes

Are signs of the times

Hot hands on the drugs

The currency of thugs

We all need pills

To get our thrills

To cope with life

To forget the strife

 

Letters of theological law
Keep mum on what they saw

Silence is a powerful tool

To the wise fool

Building a protective trench

Standing on a street bench

Preaching to those of us

Waiting for the coming of Jesus

 

Staring at an invisible god

With eyes that do not see

Forward we plod

Happy as can be

 

Far away, hearts are reeling

From loss of feeling

How can we heal

What we do not feel

It poisons innocent minds

It corrupts all it finds

Indifference is numbness

Ignorance, a poisonous kiss

Stairways to the sky

Amaze passersby

With their sheer immensity

It gives us the propensity

To try it ourselves

Bought from store shelves

The box full of parts
Mirrors our hearts

 

With pockets full of gold

And hearts that do not care

Our dreams have been sold
Into the invisible sun we stare

 

Dark glasses hide

The pain deep inside

The secrets we keep

Come to play in our sleep

Flecks of dastardly delight

Plague the broken night

Creatures of our sorrow

Are nightmares tomorrow

 

We, the puppets of the string

So desperately cling

To the dying hope

At the end of our rope

That the door will be shut

The binding strings will be cut

And we can walk free

To sit in the shade of the tree

 

Darkness surrounds minds

And hearts that do not care

Breeding apathy of all kinds

Into the invisible sun we stare

Author's Note

This is not directed at any one religion or one government but instead at the sheer fact that religion and politics are based on fear, fear of the unknown.

Reviews

[Skelasoldier]

True words in this poem, i liked the flow also :D