Everyone will get lauded
And betrayed by a kiss
I’ll call that Life, said God
It is what it is
And so it was
And the story was told
Till a man called Paul
Rewrote it to be sold
They buried the truth
Like they buried the light
A few shadowy figures
In the secret dead of night
They took women who were righteous
And reduced them to whores
The rest were dismissed
To do menial chores
But the rock has been rolled away
And the light let back in
On the land of two suns
And the disciples of sin
Where the weather ravages
The new Babylon
That houses the murderers
Who thought all witnesses were gone
Johnny, we hardly knew ya
But your truth is marchin’ on
Ain’t it sad how one’s never valued
Till we turnaround and they’re gone
A beautiful woman named Mia
From Canada she came
She left a husband there
So she could make herself a name
She was blonde and naive
And believed in romance
But the wolves descended
And made her dance
They took pretty Mia
And turned her into a whore
She’s been walked over now
More times than a floor
They said, “Welcome to Hollywood,
My dear
We’re gonna feed you delusion
Baffle you with power and fill you with fear
Now take off your clothes
And show us what you got
You’ll be an attractive addition
To our crowded backlot
She was used and abused
And caught the Stockholm Syndrome
From those granted absolution
From the exulted in Rome
She fell in love with her captors
And thought they were her friends
But in a cold water shack
Her story ends
I’ve lived in one rooms
And I have lived on the street
I’ve lived in mansions
That weren’t complete
Didn’t I fall?
Do you remember when?
Carrying your cross
Again and again
Blind Boy Grunt knows what it means
He’s had his ear to the tracks
And can now detect the line
Between truth and the facts
The joker, it’s foretold
Whom everyone laughed at
Will be the one who’ll conquer
The disease of the bat
Hatched by evil men
And their New World Order
Who want the world vulnerable
Without morality or border
It’s only the madmen
Who’ll see with their hearts
The coming of the Lord
When the fighting starts
Between men and children
And women and themselves
The signs are blinding
The deeper one delves
Tyrants will hijack the world
In exchange for their souls
They’ll force feed you on fake news
And phoney polls
Everything you believe
Will be exposed as a lie
And your heroes will be exposed
And as traitors will die
Dark clouds are gathering
And we know what that brings
That slow train comin’
Carries a scorpion that stings
And the highest of high
Will appear to end the mystery
That the meaning of life was to simply love
and to love simply
(c) Frank Howson 2020
photograph by Vanessa Allan
