Freedom From Madness

The modern Adam stumbled.
Look how he’s fallen:
Paradise lost twice
In a land mismanaged by a bald man.

Faceless voices in the dark spoke
Of ideologies and scripted speeches
To lure the free man into violence:
The trouble had started since.

The willing citizen followed the mob.
He is undressed of his individuality,
While his friend undresses a woman
Whose father had to wait seven months
To bury her violated body.

The illness of man is incurable
If it is the mothers who are at play:
Sacrificing fellow women to hungry sons of Eros.
What great fish did she feed her son
To disrespect the womb that breeds mankind?
He paraded daughters of the light
To satisfy the darkness of mad reality.

Madmen in black took David:
Facing his giant with head on a platter.
Evils throughout history replayed:
Hollow heroism of Achilles and the Führer,
While a bald man and a lotus watches in silence.
The mad culture spared no thing Kuki:
Land, house, ambulance, a seven year old.
Little Tonsing did not know the power
Of the State, the mob, and of uncivilised outrage.
His father welcomed him home with a coffin,
Just in time for Christmas.

I’ll be free when the madness dies,
When the modern Adam regains Paradise.
Restless souls of martyrs hover over
Empty coffins now put to rest.
But the dead cannot speak, nor see
How blinded the living is of the greater purpose: Zalenna.