All so very consumed, by what comes so easily <br />Superlative, yet we walk by always apathetically <br />A useless frontier scarred, but remaining sacred <br />As though this is what we have left, that’s dead <br /> <br />Forever sleeping, until we’re waiting for another <br />To show the way again, beyond the dying ether <br />Under these grey skies, where perceptions limit <br />To see only that, which comprehensions permit <br /> <br />Always run from the rain, let it not wash away <br />That mask, you put on this morning in a decay <br />Of such moral obligations, to be good and kind <br />Crushed in denial, of what is now so left behind <br /> <br />Does our own anger, vent our own frustrations? <br />But speak never, of such alternate considerations <br />Even when someone tries, to guide your own light <br />This remains always, so coveted by hate and spite <br /> <br />We all have something, to hide within ourselves <br />Swap truth for the suspicion, of lies upon shelves <br />Stacked in an order of our choosing, as always <br />Kept safely away, until the ending of our days <br /> <br />So many different answers, for many criteria set <br />Asking who has the right answer, unheard yet <br />Not because it was never said, but for the fact <br />That we never listened, to diplomacy and tact <br /> <br />Worshipping gods, but never follow the word <br />In a book of verses, so wise and yet so absurd <br />Of teachings written, by the ones who worship <br />Asking myself, just who said from whose lip? <br /> <br />Bigotry as of the prejudice, bred in all people <br />Choice; freedom, overshadowed by this steeple <br />Lost in the challenge, of a self righteous desire <br />Now almost as easy, as setting angels on fire<br /><br />Vision Ghost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/setting-angels-on-fire/
