Treachery Guns and Rock

The crib shifted into the reality that Fond Cole really is.

My euphoria twisted by soldiers penetrating our realm.

The mouth that roared. Cried foul. Faked God. Will bleed to tell the truth.

Salud. Interrogation begins. Beast on trial. A moral discourse. Diplomatic triggers. Psychological infamy.

Blackout brain betrays.

I sold my love to fear.

I howled like a heretic.

We are marched out to crucifixion.

We are released by the hands of God.

So I screamed into the night and cursed them in the morning.

Those who had dialed hangmen to silence our rock.