Homer's Tale

Here I lie destitute down and out, expecting Humanity to display more clout

Tales of destiny and heroics I’ve told, depicting battles for love of the bold

The ashes of artifice are scattered bare, damning a species that doesn’t care

The seeds were sowed so long ago, the Word became tenet to dispel ego

Guardians of the Blue such was our call, to protect all creatures great and small

Love and free will the guiding lights, have given rise to envy and fights

Omnipotent lucre irrigates the Devil inside, avarice is beached at every high tide

Man has been given their marching orders, too many conflicts & too many borders

Lacklustre lusting lying threadbare, anecdotal apathy aggrandizes the tear

Whatever happened to all those heroes, haemophiliacs pricked upon the rose?

It would seem that benign democracy, has been evicted by malign mediocracy

What is learned is about to be unlearned, what is yearned is about to be unyearned

Watch them, hear them, feel them stride, led by fatuous virtue fed by heinous pride

Idiot priest doctor mother & wife, plead guilty to the charges and sentenced to life

Watch them, hear them, feel them dance, unawares that this is their ultimate chance

Fanciful and carefree following the tune, hypnotic airs spell out a beguiling rune

Morning on all fours a learning curve, body and mind brimming full with verve

Noon bold upright upon two sturdy pins, that evolution has upgraded from scaly fins

Night falls with three pegs to deambulate, the biped leptoid is beginning to mutate

Darkness comes the limbs are prostrate, the son of man slithers towards the gate

Witnesses are few and far between, conscious of what is and what has been

Unhearing standing remote to the melody, their affliction affords such supremacy

Cripple stumped numb before the gripping beat, glory to those who accomplish the feat

Unseeing mindmapping in all directions, faith escorts nimble forward projections

If life were just a mirage of illusion, hoping resigning elation and delusion

If life were just a comedy of error, tending taking temerity and terror

If life were just a rite of passage, growing declining celibacy and marriage

If life were just a gift from up above, caring despairing hatred and love

If death were just a suspended sentence, bail may cost a fortune or twopence

If death were just anarchy perceived, from a lifelong struggle finally relieved

If death were just chaos revolved, the greatest mystery remains unsolved

If death were just a fleeting adieu, to signal the everglow of 2O2

If deliverance were a token of things to come, would Jack drink water wine or rum ?

If deliverance were the collective state of mind, understanding would together us bind

If deliverance were a maze in grace, the mirrors would unveil beauty in the wretch’s face

If deliverance were the hatching egg, would you stand in line for mercy to beg ?

The dawn chorus chants the awakening call, the harvesting tools are standing tall

The high noon bell sounds a respite toll, the bellyache rumble debauches your soul

The shadows of dusk today’s work is done, restart on the morrow cursing the sun

In the dead of night your instincts awake, crttical mass is reached there’s no mistake