Mirrors Of Deception Poem by Charles Bernabi

There was a scene I saw in black and white,
Of a dream I had, yellowed in the middle.
My world in contempt, all I say, and I bleed,
Your life there wears despair on its sleeve.

Your sky is black; the ground is bitter blue,
I live there too, mending purple veins.
But the children are trapped inside my heart,
Beset they be from a strangling blood river.

Every night! I bleed; every night, I am dying,
The world is broken, under a strained rage.
With fire and steel, I listen to its hostile blare,
Its clamour of twisted progress is upsetting.

Of wars we're told brings peace to believe in,
Yet as I see it's at the cost of sweet accord.
And I'm bleeding more when the hungry perish,
In bed slumber is rigid knowing food is nigh.

Unimaginable horrors rule my antsy reality,
And all I say, the writing is written in truth.
It's been for a long time where men bled soot,
Then swallowed pollution to scar their life.

Through tubes of plastic they breathe for you,
Listen to their cries of injustice each night,
Wherefrom your dreadful temper will be revealed,
And I, in black and white saw the tantrum.

No escaping fear, the world belongs to hell,
Your mental breakdown exposes the lies.
All I say is truth, festering in your stupid brain,
And I bleed some more, riding the express.

The nightmare of Wall Street, it's all forged,
Mirrors of deception shatter under pressure.
And all I say, in truth, ne'er betraying hope,
For life becomes, in my head I hear its rasp.