Perjury Poem by Gene Lupague

Behind the superflous frangrances that entice
Were fictitious flavors called lies
Tangled with lustful desires
for the flesh of golden guitars

Let us then be aware of those pretentious perfume
And never be anosmic nor be deaf nor be blind
Even though a chord might quiver
But not forever!

Time goes by and those frangrances would fade
And the pleasing odor wouldl come to an end.
Only those invisible gaseous scent would be remained
That would turn into shadows of death.

Use your sense of righteousness
Your heart and mind of compassion
If you would not start, then who would start?
For yesterday was already done
And tommorow might not come!

Those scents might turn into fearless fang
-sucking the boold of life
Killing the future hopes

Could you ignore those dying and crying?
Just in exchange of a temporary heaven?
No wonder if one day came, our children would learn to live
On an enchanted kingdom where evils and devils reign.