Erect Statues Of Sincerity

 

Why erect statues
when the limbs have stiffened in death
Are people so fickle, they always need help
When fire has turned every seam to ashes
Throngs  carrying memories like fading lamp

A stony eyed gibbet they gave me after life
Pigeon laced hat to adorn my sun burnt face
They wrote kindred words, for others to deface
I thought they would forget and let me die in grace

No, the heaven cant hold the unjust strife
Man kinds vision is never sublime
Pools of dark clots under every tongue
Harassed  Deities, Gods and virtue less moon
Shimmers of faithlessness on doves wings