Sunday, January 24, 2016

Masquerading In Bordellos

Masquerading In Bordellos

There is a haze that fills the light
Obscure as if looking at something that shines too bright
People in the distance appear as shadows
Hiding from life as if masquerading in bordellos
Their walk is calculatingly gaited
As if from life they have sorrowfully abdicated
Their faces wear no animated expression
All that consumes them is a naïve depression
Their hands have grown weary from the absence of toil
Machines now fully transform the soil
Their vestments need only bear a notable label
To their ear is attached a fibre optic cable
Their knees no longer bend in Godly adoration
Their only hope lies in technology’s salvation.


Thank you,
Joseph Pede

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