Master carved illusion
on the banks of rivers long.
Regrettable protrusion
is the meaning of this song.
Forever in seclusion
the maestro plays his tune.
Long lost in his delusion
on this quiet afternoon.
The captain and the peasant
soon swelter with the sun.
It is anything but pleasant
as they slowly come undone.
Engineering at its finest
the wilting willow wails.
Delinquent as our house guest
missing the details.
The victor hails his winning
at expense of those who lose.
He is not more than the sinning
of the standards of taboos.
Domination of a martyr
is all it seems to be.
There was nothing left to barter
when the truth could set him free. |
