Fools Paradise Poem by Madrason .

Those who never learn
inherited the earth
and for what it is worth
did we deserve truly better?

The difference between
the plough of wrath and us
is that we carry it
we reap what they saw
before we leap
after our too late
a resurrection
from the Stone tabled
steep mountain
we keep the promises
of false Prophets
whom despots are!

Complicit fruition
abiding through fear
it lacks intuition
we hear what we want
by the Devil his ear
the rescue is near
if we rise up again
and claim the world ours
the roots will regain
their togetherness.

This false boustrophedon
will be done with and dealt
a heartfelt urge will
scourge the earth
and lash out the dirt
from our eyes and our hearts.

Look in the mirror
and not at the tar
cladded jesters
investors in vast ores
false trodden cores
of our yesterdays!