Slide between shadows
Published in
1 min readAug 10, 2018
Peace protesters tilling fields of blood
while caliphs and tsars outfit their gilded thrones
and black masks and raised fists
mean different things on different days.
Some hates are permitted,
some others are unknowable,
some sins are unforgivable,
some crosses are unbearable.
The subtle intrigue of mahogany and ebony
the silver slide of metal strings
the voices of subtle declarations in lyrics
leaders dressed up like ragamuffins.
Well, everyone lies to themselves,
is the concession, laid out in facts and figures,
the false premises are never exposed
even beaches aren’t that naked.
How can we slide between shadows,
maybe find some light, forget and forgive,
when there’s always some new offense,
our subconscious manufacturers of invective?
