Ship of Fools -1995
Down the corridors of carnage trudge the ghosts of genocide,
Weeping their flood of grief into the quicksilver night.
Poignant tears, splashing ripples upon the ocean of our dreams,
Disturbing relentlessly, the peace of a child's innocence.
Transforming naive visions of paradise,
To the hellish horrors of the crimson spattered ape.
Carving a path through history with their demon blades,
Captain Righteous and his ship of fools, sailing-
On a sea of sacred words and deified notions, for the heavenly rewards,
Of their blessed crusades against the heathen, pagan and infidel.
This sapient simian, rising to the realm of the gods;
Deluded by the neural impulses of a convoluted cortex,
Cast adrift from arboreal origins- believing, in dominion
Over bird and beast, by divine ordinance- spews dogma.
With paper blades and artillery of ink
Sacred text denies the animal link.
And as into the mire we sink,
We dream; therefore we know; we think.
© - J.W.
Considerate regards, Witty Owl