Caricature of a Nation

Scared of our own reflection;
Scared of our own voice.
Lazily choosing poorly,
Lazily mis-choosing choice.

Conscience and talk of guilt
Like a concerned friend.
Conscious and full of hope;
Living as a means to an end.

Can't walk straight;
Can't talk straight.
Living off day and for night;
Living by sound and not by sight.

Extend the crotch and the nose;
Fill in the eyes with abundant woes.
Expand the dimness of mental strength
Finish the folly with unequaled length.

Problems without solutions,
Problems without absolution.
How do we choose prudence?
How do we reach resolution?

Deus ex Veritas

Large eyes closed in a smile:
Beauty as cruel as guile.
Love found in the passion of youth
And forged in the fires of truth.

Let me learn the folds of your skin
And the lines on your face.
Let me live by your side and
Become the reason why I wake.

When my eyes forget their purpose
And my mind grows dim,
May my fingers remember
Their old calluses on your skin.

If my legs grow tired from
This evanescent existence,
I know your long arms will pick me up
And carry me hence.

I know how to sin;
Teach me how to atone.
I know how to hate;
Teach me how to love.