Tony George

Monsters trapped in human bodies jostle
war with world peace and untether your song
of hollow moral concepts swaddled
in the bright cloth of defunct language gone
daft in the spirit of the modern age.
Neo classic pillars of abstraction
with your artless blather of throwaway
lines, sow fear with the proliferation
of words like right punishment, vengence and
retribution. Bruiser gods raining word
shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland
and sanatise banality to purge
your hearts of accountability when
debates cease and the naked dead return
your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh
packaged in body bags and draped in the flags
you have hijacked. Come, hoodwink citizens,
lead them to believe your cause is just and
unrelated to commerce or cash black
gold below the surface of desert lands.