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A FORLORN INQUIRY Foolish minions See pigs with wings Flocking in the acid skies Swarming locusts Buzz about Flapping and aimlessly devouring Fixated Eyes Are asphyxiated By visual display units And the neo-zombie is born No longer the fiction of a horror movie Soulful voices Have been buried Beneath the desert storm Scientific prostitutes In black tinted spectacles Create prize-winning art with spray cans Upon the walls of liberty Incestuous politics Is the new epidemic That afflicts the able-bodied Dissolving every grey matter Delicate, precious, feather-light ones Are viciously sucked Into the moral vacuum Where the foul voyeurs reside Cackling and cracking their fingers Their red-eyes filled with sickening delight The torchbearer's flames Are fuelled by presidential portraits Burning in mockery of fallen patriots Whose bloodshed is consigned to history Blood should boil At the thought of the descending justice Hearts should melt With the sadness of a deaf earth That should surely be cloaked in darkness Under the great shadow cast by the "Hand of Power" And gradually crushed and ground between the "Fingers of Strength" Instead blessings rain down And the All-Merciful One forlornly inquires "I created the rich…..why dost thy bring thyself down to poverty? Noble I made thee…..wherefore do thou abase thyself?" Written by Vincent Afnán-Murray |