Paper Moon Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Morning glory radiant, sun shines resplendent,
Latent beauty bestirs the dawn of a new creation.
New found grandiloquence, razzmatazz and glittering portmanteau,
Heralded by masses of quivering flesh and shining faces.

Hark! I hear the silence of muffled voices now lost in the sea of vagueness.......
A morass of servitude, becoming pleasurable to many,
Easily deceived by flattering voices that trumpet like elephants,
In forests of obscurity, beneath a paper moon,
And stars that twinkle, a message of uncertainty!