is a liar and heaven never was,
where love and money make fools
of men and all the things
that make you happy
are the things that make you
sad, nothing is a number
too often spoken
by hordes that hunger
far from horns of plenty
hoarded by the few.
Amidst brown destruction
of wingless locusts,
electric fireflies flicker red,
yellow, green in drawing rooms
but no one proceeds with caution.
In a world of grand illusions
where deities and leaders
are deluded creatures
created by the gullible of men,
there are heroes in the landfills
resurrecting the discarded.
©2013 by G. Newton V. Chance
