Authority, The Bastille Poem by Catherine Yen

Every sleep is a death
Throw to black hole the day’s vulgarity and resent
In hole the surging flow
Advanced in rancidity
Arrogant mind the ant cave
Millions feet of scratch
The gnawing teeth
Sharp the formic acid
Erode the hepatics

The sole eyes of prejudice
Is the pirate plundering the dream
Overlooked the rolling waves
Flooded the streets of crime
The ghost of fleas Ah! the corruption of surrounded stupidity
Poked the tongue from the red mouth
Green scales covered the whole body
Holding a cup filled with blood
Continue to manipulate human’s pain and itch

Difficult to view love in love
Action is hard to consider in action
Study the same kind, he is no longer the same kind
When I analyze myself, I am no more I
Wearing one’s camouflage crown
Lied to oneself
Comfort the survival hope
The outdated majesty
Cannot support a trace of future

Delusional the hypocrite to squeeze the spring
From the pairs of shriveled breasts
Yawned the universe
Losing the ambitious and passion transformed
Died in a swagger state
Any authority has its Bastille
Energy of an era is measured by the amount of its sufferers
Concept can win by not suppressing another
The fame wearing an absurd cloak to partake a belated misunderstanding