Like A Dream Poem by Derrick Puente

At your last Reich
At the meridians seams
You killed the god
That innocence dreams

You plucked the shade
That nudity made
Echoing shame
Like wordless blame

The pastels have bled
The Earth can't recall
If Mankind was king
Or Pawn at the Fall

Time burns the days
And still they can see
What's given to Death
Cannot be made free

The solemn sands
Scream like the grave
Inglorious truth
Sublime price to pay

Ridicule faith
Besides who are they
Enthralled to a past
That makes us all slaves

At your last Reich
At the meridians seams
Your Philistines
Loved Death like a dream.