The Evolution of a Slyman

Archive for April 25, 2021

Encore of Hypocrisy (An old poem)

The veil of truth has been removed.

Who we are, defined by what we do.

Search deep inside, you’ll find we’re cruel.

Our primal darkness, seeping through.

Lullaby of lies, duped and mezmerized; still we can’t disguise it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog look for a kill.

Ravenous and genocidal.

Ingrained within ensuring survival.

Yet we bury it deep in denial.

Build our strawmen, then place them on trial.

Turn a blind eye, cover it in pride; pathetically we can’t hide it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog looking for a kill.

Far beyond, what we pretend to be.

An encore of hypocrisy.

Our species was born of rage.

Soaked in blood and brutality.

-T.C. Downey 2013