Entertainment reaching filthier depths
Jet-setting prophets with pulpits of gold
Woe to the child! Woe to the parent!
Repetitive sales pitch a thousand years old
There’s a Devil in the books, screens, and boards
Dressed up in words of trendy expression
He wants to rule forever and a day
Camouflaged with stylish, brand-name presentation
The ego is made the idol
Ever remember, this too shall pass
Lies of the ages made new
They never say your first breath is your last
They said to sit, let the world go by
I knew a girl from a far away town
“Make money, ponder, give us your riches!”
I’m not the person I used to be now
Who might be behind the curtain?
We’re expecting an earthquake and a monsoon
The Queen of Hearts and Drama?
The Gods have rung in seven years of doom
We all reap what we sow
And the only way to carry on
Fools! How can you escape the Cosmic Book?
Hearkening to Gabriel’s song
As truth is hard but freeing
If you agree, then stand fast
Dear Lord, “take me one more round”!
But remember: your first breath is always your last.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Inspired by work found at: Alura’s Angels