Poem for Dante Class

The Powerful is Powerless

His life a lie, he lost his hold
On his most trusted friends.
Over and over the myth is told.

They can never make amends
For the damage they have done.
Our clearest image is through a lens,

They have darkened the sun.
How can everyone continue
What these fools had begun?

If only we all knew.
The masses are blind
To the words that are true.

Leaders will continue to wind
The intricate webs thick
So the truth, no one can find.

The temples of brick
Are no more than sand
That absorbs the deaf like a wick.

Knowledge of such things is banned.
The believers are killed
So that the no one will understand.

Once the book has been milled,
One can’t deny the truth
That his life is left unfulfilled.

Remind me never to visit your Live Journal