Growl from the Sun IV

And I tumbled for the architecture of the
cathedrals across the United States,
And the bricklayers who cemented spirituality
but shouted from rooftops at the turtle
pace of change among all the religions
And I found the backbone of faith and hope
relies on the individuals silver wisdom
“Experience” breaks or defines conviction
And loyalty just doesn’t reside in a chapel
I pray for the dying in my queen size bed
blending creed and politics is a toxic brew
And I cherished the artistic expressions on
the tarp, I was once fond of the textures
of our melting pot, I could taste the spices
and the tranquility, I use to take walks
in the garden of glee and feel the gust

But now the commander in chief raises
his disturbing hands, disrespecting our
ancestors, crippling the population,
And the sun bursts through the smog
with fury, the outbreak surges in the wind

The note is rejected…
“embrace all the materialism, self righteous possessions, gold and glitter, let the poison
eat your soul, feel the edges of your heart
burn, you prioritized your choices, the angels left you a long time ago”

I can’t weep for the wicked and vicious
I can’t weep for the manipulating tycoon
I can’t weep for the shallow ministry
I can’t weep for the blatant facade
I can’t weep for the glowing charades
I can’t weep for the brazen frontage
I can’t weep for the vibrant myths
I can’t weep for the singing deception

And the chill in the air reeks of self indulgence
insects crawling on infectious patriarchs
but numb from the riddles of greed
spewing a language of hatred and fear
And tearing into the poverty stricken class
gazing out into the seas of madness
And the wrecking machine, mechanisms, and the machinery used to oversee the mass
It’s the weapon and invisible bomb slithering
inside every human nervous system
You cry out safety and protection, misleading
from your glass throne, step by step you are entering your exodus, your skin is exiled
but your veins are hollow, calling yourself a leader, rushing to dismantle and depopulate
And the pieces of the massacre lies within you

But now the commander in chief raises
his disturbing hands, disrespecting our
ancestors, crippling the population,
And the sun bursts through the smog
with fury, the outbreak surges in the wind

The note is rejected…
“embrace all the materialism, self righteous possessions, gold and glitter, let the poison
eat your soul, feel the edges of your heart
burn, you prioritized your choices, the angels left you a long time ago”

I can weep for the innocent
I can weep for the fighters and warriors
I can weep for the fearless soldiers
I can weep for the sobbing children
I can weep for the unheard prayers
I can weep for the melody I never heard
I can weep for the deserving souls
I can weep for the fathers and mothers

And the sun will forever moan behind the clouds
And technology will continue to evolve
And God will remain quiet until the day he returns
He will leave the soulless the keys to the inferno