| Brook |
Posted
on 27-Aug-02 04:05 AM
Betrayal of the Southbound Herd
When He,
who hadn’t the eyes to see,
enamored with vision-
Us,
who had the strength
but not direction,
much less, the reason.
And when He,
who hadn’t the gall to act
empowered with courage-
Us,
who were scared,
oblivious of the force we were
in collection.
Like ants we marched
to the tune of his wand
Following He.
He, who knew not
the way-
to his own home.
Lightening struck,
and heroes fell.
Again and again.
One by one.
Until the last among us,
gasping for a final,
feeble fill
of his perforated lung,
Opened his eyes and descried-
There!
shaking hands with the Devil
was He.
He who had found,
a higher bidder
for a dream.
A dream that had
already been sold.
Comments and critiques welcome.
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